Hello readers, let’s go purple (you can google it’s significance.)
Ever went through heartbreak or have been insulted?
Fought low self esteem?
How easy it is for some people to break down your heart, to instigate you to deliberately hurt yourself.
Somewhere down that thin line it was always needed. Wonder you, your heart is scientifically the strongest organ that never rests, it remains alive even when you die. How can someone really break it?
Do you really love yourself enough? Then why this self harm, sleepless nights, long texts, 24*7 talking about him etc. Is it really worth it?
Wanna breathe…oooohhhh! Grab a pizza and read this.
After you’re done thank him/her for making you way too stronger and adding spices to your life.
Come on! Let’s restart.
The tables have turned I ain’t making an effort ’cause I ain’t your leftover.
It’s interesting you came back but I was a kid and I’d say for one last time, one for you. Ain’t sure I loved you anyway. Continue reading “Leftovers”
“I want a girl who doesn’t know she’s beautiful, so I have an excuse to let her know that she is all the time”- Zayn Malik
Life is brutal. People change but you’ll always be you so never sacrifice who you are for anyone. I’ve never judged people on any criteria whenever I come across someone who feel he/she is ugly I make them believe that actually how beautiful they are and how irrelevant it is to bother yourself with a thought that will eventually fade away with its existence. As they say, “beauty lies in the eyes of beholder.” The one who’s going to stay life long with you will touch your soul and not just face. People are different, they think differently and all those who wander aren’t lost. Continue reading “Had It Been A Fairytale”
I love chess and honestly nobody till now with whom I’ve played this game has ever defeated me the only person who did is my younger brother because I taught him the tactics to play this game.
I wasn’t from those lucky elder sisters who got to see their brother’s childhood. Our circumstances had separated us for eight years and he never really recognized me during our early childhood days. After our father’s death, we moved together with our Mom to a different place and we were still kids. Continue reading “Even Blood Couldn’t Bind Us”