The last call

It's hard to lose someone. You imagine you will never get over the pain. It will hurt less someday and you will survive. As irreparably broken, gutted, hollow as one may feel, it does not kill you. While it may feel as though a dementor has sucked every last hint of happiness from your chest, you will have days where you think of them and you do not cry. There will even be days you smile while you remember them. Be thankful for those days, which fend off despair like my personal little patronus charm. I know that is what they would want for me, and how they would want to be remembered — with love and joy instead of pain and tears.

H.E.A.L

You cannot heal in the same environment that got you sick.You will still be art, even when they stop admiring.So darling, take the brush and own it as the sky and clouds are your canvas.~oishmortal~

Of what we are made

The 27 year old me wanders. Being lonely wasn't just what I enjoyed. It's a solitude I found after being out there and being let down. As humans, we find it a mandate to socially connect and roam in groups. Are we all not doing okay now?The soul that sees beauty always works alone. It... Continue Reading →

Lost hope

There's the moon…shining like a wannabe giving light in darkness…like a hope to your dead-end…i saw the darkest of times, so you cannot trick me with your momentary happiness….-scincerely yours, Lost hope Oishmortal

Cheers to a healthy life 🥂

Gynaecologist: you have PCOS. What is causing such erratic schedules?

Me: my job! I have alternate shifts every week.
A week of Night, then Morning, later evening and so on...

Gynaecologist: seriosuly? QUIT your job then!

Ablaze

There she stood in front of the mirror, She could see her bed neatly done in the reflection, That night phased in and out of terror, Taking refuge in her parents room - the floor felt warmer, How could she be so broken? Was it all in her head? The former? Shame is something people... Continue Reading →

Invisible for good

Mountains or the beach? Well here we go again.. the same set of questions. Favourite food, favourite music, the same shit with a different person. If all goes well, you would probably ask me for a ride. I am wearing my favourite black laced underwear. Not for you, but because I wanted to feel special... Continue Reading →

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