demum

stupidly emotional me

[writingdose]

being a writer is

50% daydreaming about plots and writing

50% procrastinating/suffering during the actual writing process

[pulchra-potens]

him.

With his stupid brown eyes and

stupid smile that makes my heart skip a beat.

With his stupid hair I can't stop running my hands through.

With his stupid hands I can't wait to hold.

[pulchra-potens]

Yaar, I miss him.

[pulchra-potens]

Hurting yourself feeling good was a theory I knew.

Apparently it's true.

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

[pulchra-potens]

You know, I really like your smile.

Silly goose.

[pulchra-potens]

I'm sorry love ,

I kinda did it again.

I promised I won't, but...I did it.

It just feels good that's why.

Sorry.

[pulchra-potens]

WHAT DO YOU MEAN I GOT A PERSON NOW...AHJSHSHEHHDNSJHSHD

Damn.

[pulchra-potens]

YOU ARE NOT MY TYPE THEN WHY CAN'T I STOP THINKING ABOUT YOU ASSH0LE STOPPPP PLAYING WITH MAH HEAD ARGH.

[pulchra-potens]

I just..know you don't like me enough to want this.

But I do.

That's the difference.

The fact that I know it and still am willing to let you break my heart?

Foolish.

[pulchra-potens]

Since we don't know what we are doing, shall we....?

Till it feels suffocating, then?

[pulchra-potens]

Every time i held you,

you slipped through my fingers like sand,

Like i was never meant to hold you.

Like a story i was forced to bleed to write

but was never allowed to read.

[tumbinjiyajaayekaise]

हर बार मेरे सामने आती रही हो तुम

हर बार तुमको मिलके बिछड़ता रहा हूँ मैं

तुम कौन हो यह खुद भी नहीं जानती हो तुम

मैं कौन हूँ यह खुद भी नहीं जानता हूँ मैं

तुम मुझ को जान कर ही पड़ी हो अज़ाब में

और इस तरह ख़ुद अपनी सज़ा बन गया हूँ मैं

[pulchra-potens]

I want to speak, but my mouth won't move unless to spit blood. I can feel my blood ooze out my skin and it's pretty, I think. Atleast my blood is pretty.

Atleast my... blood..is pretty.

[pulchra-potens]

Why is it so hard to live without writing???????

[pulchra-potens]

All i ever wished was for you to look back.

Once.

Once.

[pulchra-potens]

Murderer.

That's what you are, dad.

Every single time you push me to the path i hate,

you kill me. Again.

And i stay. Again.

Cause i am yours afterall. Your daughter.

And you won't let me be free, no matter how much i try.

[pulchra-potens]

Till the end,

It was me holding onto us, wasn't it ?