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.

cheers

to cooler weather
to family from far away
to things new and different
to liquid courage
to the little things
to you and i
and to happy days ahead :)

hope

people will disappoint more often than they will meet expectations.
each time this happens, you lower your expectations a little.
but at some point, it gets a little ridiculous, no?

and yet, people hold on.
we wait for the day something changes.
we believe that things will get better.
because they have to.

wake up.
hope is a bitch.
truth is,
we can't wait around forever.