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in the morning, she gets out of bed, being pulled up by the moon. and sometimes it’s a little sad, but she makes it seem just fine. the wild strands of her hair reminds her of yesterday…
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As COVID-19 takes up headlines and Twitter feeds, we see governments implementing quarantines to ‘flatten the curve’, medical professionals working around the clock to save lives, and the public reacting in both acceptably decent and extraordinarily peculiar ways…
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and so we begin. the first step is the insides of your skull painted to the colors of the lead on your test paper because then your previously in-class-absorbed knowledge will contrast from that of this white absurdity against your desk…
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Now, if you would just take a grace minute to look at Otto Beckett’s to-do list, you will see, other than ‘buy the milk’, ‘pay the bills’ and ‘dental checkup’, the words ‘send roses to Odette’…
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If we can adapt to the environment and industrialize, map out routes to space, accommodate 7 billion people and counting, sign treaties to end wars, and go from rotary dials to smartphones, we can delay climate change, but only if everyone does it together…
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I think when we allow ourselves to hurt freely and fully is when we finally grow. We cannot choose happiness; that awfully overused Tumblr quote doesn’t exist. You can’t know what happiness is until you’ve been at the opposite end of the spectrum…
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Ladies walk home holding keys in caution. They’re told it’s illegal to get abortions. Every lady’s figure is subjected to judgment. Until the day she lies in a coffin…
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Lover reminds me of exactly why I fell in love with Swift’s music in the first place – it has lyrics that seem straight out of a diary and just the right melody that has got me dancing stupidly in my room and lip-syncing to the tracks as they shuffle on repeat…
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you showed me the best of a boy the worst of a man. so you’ll understand when i can’t comprehend why to this day i still haven’t found someone better than you…
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as i sped through the main door, the wind was in my hair and adrenaline fuelled my body, my foot landed on one of those hot wheel cars that belonged to one of my cousins. i slipped, lost control and knocked my head face forward on the glass table
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It’s such a question that never rusts, just transferred from generation to generation, like ocean wave after ocean wave. Yet, to this day, I fail to set my foot upon a destined path. It feels as though everyone around me has found their future, grasp who they want to be…
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