Photo Writing.

“The silhouette of boy  sitting alone on the bench,  Thinking why being lonely,  feeling sad, believing no is there for him, “He doesn’t know”  that someone is there who is looking to him and will be taking care until  someone take him to their life. Moral:  Adopt Children, To give them a new happy  wonderful…

About you..

It was never about the moment. It was always about the ones after that. The feeling when we’d end our day and go our separate ways. The way i missed you with every step, when barely you even turned around. The way your touch still lingered on me., the way i smelled of your cologne….

Infect.

Dip your pen In magic And love And Infect The whole world Through your words. -Rupali Jeganathan Image credits: Google Follow me on Instagram.

What The F***ck Are Perfect Places, Anyways?

“I’m nineteen and I’m on fire, but when I’m dancing I’m alright. It’s just another graceless night.” – Lorde, “Perfect Places,” Melodrama. In the old room where I grew up, I spent many restless nights being terrified of irrational fears. I used to be afraid of aliens coming down and abducting me (I know you…

Crisis is…

Crisis is a cradle for crafts. Craft is a life full of energy. Cradles are made for people. Craft and create a crib. Create and craft with a nib. Creep and croak with your sib. Crisis cracks crooks. Cradles create crops. Crosses cradle creeds. By Luca Arnaldo Read more texts by this author

Extraordinary

Crave the kind of love where you feel the need, the want, in your bones. Beneath all that flesh. Between the ribs, rushing in your veins; pumping trough the vaults of your heart, pounding in your chest, throbbing in your brain. Crave the kind of love that ignites a spark in dead eyes yet calms…

Nexus

All of us, our eyes closed, we walk dreaming, daring to play with fire without burning. Meanwhile, the incandescent fire, while nonexistent, flames internally, moronities murmuring. Because the invisibly impalpable, while doubtful, grows vehemently without abstaining. But the impossible control, while irritable, prevents sturdily the heart from frightening. By: Arianna Frencia (Italy/Eritrea) Author of Letras &…

Today’s Thoughts..

To all the women out there: “You are strong, you are brave, you are fighter don’t look for anything as hope or trust, not from anyone for anything, keep going and walk for self, someday someone will automatically enter in your life who will be anonymous to you, but your heart will find him after…

The walls around me.

I built walls so high, No one could climb it. Waiting for someone, Who cared enough to try. A few tried, But gave up after a while. Guess they were too tired, To climb so high. And then you came along, With a smile and a song. Singing about how, You wanted to break my…

Deep mind

Head is blurred. Mind is knotty. Thought is tangled. Missed words? Never mind. Just prompts. Depth of thought. Meanders in your mind. Paths inside your head. Better now? Should be. May be. Just thoughts. Now I think better. Now I feel sober. Now I know. Any other grief? Not at all, chap. Just plots.  …

My love for tragedies.

If you didn’t know this about me, I sort of live for tragedy. I love a good sad story. All those sad war movies, the star-crossed lovers who can’t be together stories, or basically any sad story, obsess me. Sort of like when twelve year old me loved The Fault In Our Stars and the…