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Tea-books-poems. Eat-sleep-repeat. http://awakwardlyawkward.wordpress.com https://www.instagram.com/mayuri_jibhe/

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My life is a dick boo! Ahh, don't choke at it yet. No,no,no, Actually, Lemme be straight I am offering you an open gate You all bastards Come visit my soul. Bring your friends and don't be late. I am all ears for your comments and judgements. Sorry, My blistered fingers will tell you no tale. Create a story of me because my personality is on sale. Here's a dirty secret, I'll piss rainbows and shit butterflies into your mouth Every time ya drag me down. I am the body of a fuckin lioness. Dare you come into my den. Come come, Dislike me by yourself, I wish you all the very best! Y'all done? So get your ass outta here. No, wait. Touch my bloody anger and feel the burning flesh. Caged inside a cold heart. Take some fire from my soul.. Use it to light up your heart, if no coal. (at Caption) https://www.instagram.com/p/B397NVAHJdAnISYcUWzv4t6Cd-wOSY-9XgyNiI0/?igshid=19n0udjp21oa0

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Bitchy lifey

My life is a dick boo! Ahh, don’t choke at it yet. No,no,no, Actually, Lemme be straight I am offering you an open gate You all bastards Come visit my soul. Bring your friends and don’t be late. I am all ears for your comments and judgements. Sorry, My blistered fingers will tell you no tale. Create a story of me because my personality is on sale.

Here’s a dirty secret, I’ll piss rainbows and shit

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What I mean when I say I have night anxiety.

It’s been few days now.

My head is as messed up as my room. I wish my mom could clean up my head just as she cleans up my room.

The cliche definition of anxiety (which is true): The scattered thoughts, dangerous scenarios, game of dilemma, ride of assumptions, lots of scary imaginations, eyes open, eyes close, sit down, stand up, shut up, speak up, be frank, start crying!!

But not just my head,…

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A School Song.

[ This song still picks me up whenever I fall. It’s one of the beautiful memory of school life.]

Dekho ek chiti.. sau baar fisalti h Girte girte yaaro.. kabhi na thakti hai.

Dekho ek zarna.. Harpal beheta hai Bhete bhete yaaro.. Kabhi na rukta hai.

Dekho ek patthar, Tabiyat se uchalo tum.. Aasman Ko bhi Kadmo me giralo tum!

Bund bund se ghat bharta hai Bund bund saahil Banta hai Kabhi na ruke hum!

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Stay true to yourself.

Out of the gazillion thoughts running in my head, one thought or rather a question is always constant.

“What makes me ME?”

There is an interesting quote,

“My first love was some insignificant boy, when it should’ve been myself.”

Self love. Self love is what’s gonna answer that question. In this world of corruption, self love is the most corrupted feeling because everybody is violating the fact…

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You Go Girl.

I am a girl. And I talk too loud. I cry and sob and scream in pain. I jump and dance and laugh with no shame. My smile is sexy and it’s creepy. And I live my life like wild and crazy.

Hey! stop judging me by my dress. I know my hair is a tangled mess. I’m a girl and I’m truly blessed. Believe me or not I’ll prove it to you in time no less. I live, I laugh, I shout and I enjoy. Because society,…

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I choose Me over everyone💚! . . . Fangirl - Rainbow Rowell . . . . #bookstagram #books #booked #fangirl #happytime #cozy #bibliophile #peace https://www.instagram.com/p/BzujzM7lQjkoXXEBdudihL3hXC0iduX9S9dsEI0/?igshid=164s6nwntx56r

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Hang on, Lemme overthink this.... . . . . . #haha #haircolor #goodhairday #noodlestrap #happy https://www.instagram.com/p/BzPzurcl66XvEqRBLPi4MQgOb13ptLIXnptNxc0/?igshid=dch8iwyr7qj

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🌻👒 We don't get to Where we want to be, By beating ourselves up For where we are. . . #thingstoneverforget . . . #bliss #sunset #nature #realisation #water https://www.instagram.com/p/ByaXeAPn0yKLu8HxtMMSrPGVHRVDRGHF02KKu40/?igshid=1vjkbuudrxm69

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I'm feeling like a bitch today, maybe I'm on someone else's period. Or maybe it's just the frustration. Frustration because I wasn't able to climb the mountain yesterday. Mountain of peace. It's very tall ya'knw? But I believe one day I'll be strong enough to climb it. My anger will be my ladder to peace. I've stopped responding when I'm angry, when I'm stuck in an useless argument. Even if you say 1+1 is 4, okay! Cool. You win. Pretty fucking tired of being a rebel Because honestly, peace is hidden in solitude. Feeling bad when somebody hurts unknowningly and Crying on the shit they said is a very different type and I call it 'not my type'. Being strong is my type, Being messy is my type, Being casual is my type, Being naughty is my type, Being fragile is also my type, Fragile not like a flower, Fragile like a BOMB. Sorry not sorry for it has been way too long since I've started brushing my hair off of my weakness and Oiling them with my power and tenderness, Successfully creating a cocoon for myself I raised from within, So here I am raising a toast for everyone else like me who Never let anything silly affect them Easily, Who never let others treat themselves on a level lower than they deserve, Because we are allowed to be. Brains, beauty, badass determination, soulful, emotional, spiritual, Light and dark, Humans, Not mannequins, Not models, No, not even super models, We are the SHOW STOPPERS of our own life. . . . . #writersofinstagram #blackandwhite #wordporn #wordpress #rebel #anger #soul #dark #tired #lazy #boredomestrikes #bitch #boss #bossbabe #bosslady #bewakoof #earrings #red (at Caption) https://www.instagram.com/p/ByMy3nJH_Z6uu0hkS0P_zEuDhvdUBz5Jap7z0o0/?igshid=n1omjz10e0am

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So, the point is I'm very much fond of goodbyes!🎈 Because when you're finally gone, I'm left with a big heap of scattered pieces of memories that I've to sit and piece together so that they make complete sense. Shh,(here's a secret), I don't care if they make sense, I like them being jumbled together, half-knitted and half torn... . Where else do you think my stories come from?💫 https://www.instagram.com/p/BorQbVAnZDvIVvtFCjV7VX1W9G_tylvCCxfc580/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1n4ljup3ubyfw

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He might have controlled my choices but never my wishes.

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Cozy.

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Ahh, this crowd.

Uncomfortable I am.

Being a Wanderlust,

Not my plan.

My comfy bed,

Cigarette🚬 in hand,

Lying with open messy hair,

Smoking in no-man’s land.

Black curtains,

Brightens my room.

White silk shirt,

Covers me in a cocoon!

Smoke

Delicious white smoky cloud☁️,

Hugs my lungs.

Letting my lips💋

passionately kiss death.

I close my eyes.

Gasping for breathe.

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There is always a black crayon in your colour box and so is white.

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Some old memories are as fresh as footprints on a virgin beach.

Irony is, no wave has the power to wash it off!

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Why is destination given more importance than the journey travelled?