Silver Indian

"She always had that about her, that look of otherness, of eyes that see things..much too far and of thoughts that wander..off the edge of the world." - Joanne Harris. Urvashi. 16(well, almost.) Happy. The writing, edits, sketches and photographs are by me, except for the ones that I have reblogged, obviously.

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BLOG SHIFTED TO WORDPRESS, HERE'S THE LINK. Thanks, love you.

Happy. (Well, almost.)

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Gautami. <3

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 "They say that time

Heals everything

But they don't know you

And the scars you bring

  'Cos you left a jagged hole

And I can't stand it anymore

  If heartache was a physical pain

I could face it I could face it

But you're hurting me 

From inside of my head

I can't take it I can't take it

  I'm gonna lose my mind

I'm gonna lose my mind

  I'd erase my thoughts

If only I knew how

Fill my head with white noise

If it would drown you out

Kill the sound

  If heartache was a physical pain

I could face it I could face it

But you're hurting me 

From inside of my head

I can't take it I can't take it

  I'm gonna lose my mind

I'm gonna lose my mind

  And I'd rather be crazy

I'd rather go insane

Than having you stalk 

My every thought

Then having you here inside my heart

  If heartache was a physical pain

I could face it I could face it

But you're hurting me 

From inside of my head

I can't take it I can't take it

  I'm gonna lose my mind

I'm gonna lose my mind."

Lose My Mind - The Wanted

I drew, yes.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABY NATH.

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Each day without solitude weakened me. I took no pride in my solitude ; but I was dependent on it. The darkness of the room was like sunlight to me.

Charles Bukowski ; Factotum

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There was a mob at the railway station. She was going back home after a tiring day of work. She finally got onto the train withstanding all the rough pushing and struggle to get inside the train.

As she stood quietly holding on to one of the handlebars, she felt a hand brush her bosom. And then her bottom.

She was scared.

"Why are they touching me?" she thought to herself as she made her way.

Their voices didn't stop, the raucous group of boys still behind her. She gasped as the boys' hands crept over her body. Fleeing was not an option.

Yet, she wouldn't face them.

A hand on her shoulder turned her around. His hand seemed familiar. The figure inched closer, his hand on her back, until his eyes reached her face.

He stopped.

He looked into her eyes perturbed and stiff.

Almost choking, he said, "Didi?(Sister?)"

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ok so I drew these at 4 am in the morning ok.

Posca markers are the best.

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"But he who dares not grasp the thorn, should never crave the rose." - Anne Bronte

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Felines on the Interwebz.

On the Internet, we are all cats. We lie around lazily. We hiss and bare our fangs at anything that looks even a little bit threatening. And then, we try to believe that we are superior to everyone else because we are well fed and well bred by people we act ungrateful towards.

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You do not have a soul. You are a soul. You have a body.

CS Lewis