Chup Chup ke🌸

I am a very weird person, and I like growing weirder everyday

[averyhairyperson]

Fucking hell.

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Lot of bells to ring before you go

So that all who cares, knows how to long

[averyhairyperson]

I wanna smoke in the streets. Where there's breeze and darkness

Where the shadows lurking lures the attention as you can't understand what you see now.

Then you start fearing the illusion, the "illusion" that you love so dearly as "reality" somehow.

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[averyhairyperson]

World of Men

Often I am taught to be very attentive and scared roaming alone at night in this country, for " All Men are Same ".

That sentence never convinces to be true for me since the strangers has looked after me without asking for it. When a guy stares the shit out of you ofcourse it gets uncomfortable for the reciever but what goes in theirhead - how can we decide ?

There has been many such instances where I have received care from strangers, specially men where they would gulp the bitterness of the situation to make me feel better. Like asking if I wanna take their seat since its on the window or if some other kind of men sits around they would scrap in between and distance me from the vibe. Or just simply call me out, scold me for getting lost in roads and direct me to the right way.

They have nothing to gain from the situation because I am never seeing them again but those small acts of care has kept me safe in this country which is otherwise blamed for its harassment, uncivilization and hygiene.

Not all men are same. Until we start believing that, none will prevail as different any time soon.

[averyhairyperson]

[averyhairyperson]

I remember your face when you entered as I sat there patiently to not burst into overwhelming feelings when I see you. We shared an awkward handshake, a side hug and went in to frantically devour in each others essence. It was like magic pouring out the pours, ecstacy seaving in our glands and we close our eyes because it's not real anymore. We seep into our dreams. We are not body anymore, we got Spirited Away <3

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When you're very hungry you tempt you take real big chunks in order to quickly suffice your growling stomach. But that big chunk gets stuck and it gets harder to chew, harder to swallow. There we reach a point where the struggle of eating becomes larger than the hunger itself and as a result we spit it out. We wasted it because we wanted it so much and now we cannot eat it even because it doesn't looks food like or tempting enough.

Does it mean we don't need food anymore ? And what if we do the same to the next one too because now we are more hungry. We need it to sustain our existence. And fuel up for the day atleast. Does the same applies to everything else about the world ? Everything that we love ? Even water gulping can block air pipe and choke us.

And so can the thought of not being enough. Which worked previously to help us get better and now all it does is make you feel really sad and alone.

[averyhairyperson]

One day I'll ware off all the urges I have now

One day I'll be what you want me to be now

And then when you visit, would you still consider me, "not enough?"

[averyhairyperson]

Past Lives.

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Past Lives.