“I AM THAT CLUMSY HUMAN, ALWAYS LOVING, LOVING, LOVING. AND LOVING. AND NEVER LEAVING.” Kahlo, Frida. I saw this quote today, the honesty caught me off guard. I am never […]
Entry 1 Dear Diary, I apologise. I keep spilling their names all over your body. Like somehow I can mold them from your tattoed skin, perhaps paper mache them back […]
My fruits have become poisonous mushrooms, perhaps that is the reason why you do not long to taste me. Where I am is not your Eden.
It is 04:12 AM. My bed is lifeless, littered randomly with clothes I threw there before leaving to look for something outside of the four walls of my room. I […]
“Why won’t you even give me a chance?” He asked before inhaling smoke from his cancer stick. I watched him contemplating being nice and sugar coating my thoughts, or telling him what […]
I’m not sad anymore. I’m not angry, or happy or any of those other things you call them. I’ve successfully managed to fold every feeling neatly into one suitcase. Now, […]
My pillow is not a love letter you read to fall asleep. I am not obligated to let you use it, in fact, let’s just do what we came here […]