You don't need lucidity to find joy. Joy is where you decide to put your heart at. There's just something about words that I love, that works in sync with codes. Solituditary, writing, imagination. Those, are my favourites.
So hey. This is my blog. I love writing. The posts and titles here are inspired from real life world and experiences.
Typing about hurt doesn't make me a sadist.
Typing about heartbreaks doesnt mean im on post-break up denial.
Typing about love and crushes doesn't mean im in love.
Typing about death doesn't make me an emo kid.
We are all more in depth than the naked eye can see. I hate being ridiculed.
I think I won't be uploading as much photos here now that Facebook is available. Read on, comment, whatever.
Enjoy articulating or connecting my words with your life. Welcome.
As the rays fell on her thick soft hair. She opened her beautiful eyes. That of the shape of an almond. Her thumb and forefinger fused to the keypad. An almost-sent. Realisation dawned. She pushed away her embodied grunts. As she willed herself.
Legendary. Don't cry by none other, Guns and Roses. Love you, man. Watch till the extraordinary part when he uses his vocal talent.
PS: I just found out my fave author Sinead Moriarty produced a new book this year AND its now in my hands. I wish someone would rejoice with me. Go, Sinead Moriarty!
