the consequences of every act are included in the act itself

George Orwell, 1984

it used to be so easy to translate feelings into flowing sentences and pretty phrases.

now it just sounds hollow.

as if the more eloquent you are, the less sincere you become,

and the words no longer mean anything.

because some emotions aren't pretty.

most thoughts aren't gentle.

they're harsh

and once voiced, cannot be taken back.

once heard, cannot be erased.

once felt, cannot be forgotten.

but why should it matter, right?

i mean, aren't we all really only looking out for ourselves?

happy endings

maybe there's more than one.

maybe it's not yours.

they're back

that awkward moment

when you study so hard

the ink from your pen 

makes it onto your eyelid.

my new love affair

with peplum.

indulge me

Exams are looming and this has created a great list of first world problems for me.

They are, in no particular order,

- the stress is building and it gives me bad skin

- I forget to drink water, and this gives me bad skin

- I sleep less, and this gives me bad skin

- Sales have started and I have no time to go shopping

- thinking about this makes me grumpy, hence, bad skin


...yeahhhhh.