Freeyourmind Stories

❝ − It's a terrible thing, the destruction of words.❞ All rights reserved @ o p t i c a l i t y | 2017

❝If I'm going to write a book it will be about you − about your flaws − because when I first fell in love with you it was because of your flaws.❞ All rights reserved @ o p t i c a l i t y | 2017

The feeling brought through writing

atelophobia (n.) the fear of not being good enough. in which, a girl saves herself from herself.

❝She was pain in the form of the one who broke his heart.❞ All rights reserved. @ o p t i c a l i t y | 2017

Tonight is not the night I'm letting go. I'm not letting go of you. • highest ranking #497 in Short Story - 08/14/17 COMPLETE ✔

An emotional baggage like Avni who was continuously slapped by the inhumane act of betrayal, by his own dad and blood relations, finds it difficult to pour out her heart to anyone, even to Neil, who's trusted by her, but not blindly. She fears that she'd get broken One. More. Time. Neil's understanding about that, Avni's insecurities over Juhi, and then Avni opening up to him, still leaving behind a few things that had to be left unsaid, is what I tried to write..It's a one shot..do read it #29 in confession out of 4.08K stories as of 7th July 2019 For EFA Awards

about a girl who's always in her sisters shadows but doesn't mind. until a boy pulls her out.

We're all damaged, and we all need to be saved and healed. I don't mean saved and healed as in religiously. I mean emotionally and mentally. No one, though, is going to be your savior. You must save yourself. Enough of the waiting and complacently sitting, waiting for some dumbass in tin foil (female, male, doesn't matter- still a dumbass in tin foil). Change it. Fix yourself. Save yourself. This is my journey on saving myself. Fixing myself. Healing myself. Feel free to join the ride. Maybe, just maybe, on the way, you'll save yourself, too.

i like words. so i write them. now you have to read them. cover by -daisukii

I like to write poetry sometimes so here it is 🙃

Short, shitty, sad poems *READ AT YOUR OWN RISK* ☡TRIGGER WARNING FOR ALL CHAPTERS☡ *It is only mature due to the fact that there is self harm

poem

Two colours. Pain. Anguish. Nostalgia. Insanity. Two shades. Love. Desire. Solace. Nirvana. How much can they reflect? There's a reason why they are origins, not blends. #FreeYourMind Highest Rankings #9 in #FreeYourMind. #64 in Expression. #255 in Poetry.

My 2 am writings of those anxious, depressed, random "contemplate the world" kind of thoughts that I managed to salvage and didn't delete.

❝Don't.❞ The story of a boy who is ready to submit to the unknown, only to have his mind changed when his life intersects with a broken girl standing at the edge of hopelessness. This is the story of two halves of a whole. [Cover by kmooth// the book of arts]

Cover by @leaving_forever (Revamped and updated!) What's love without pinches of hilarity? Specially with towering corporations and walking above the ground taking a predominance over caring for yourself, for others and nurturing those values which you strongly stand for. ------ Stalking random people was Caleigh Darwin's hobby, be it on social media or walking after some attractive guy who catches her attention. She wasn't biased, she followed her own sex as well if they happened to catch her fascination. For a woman disowned by her family, thanks to running away from her own wedding twice, made life easier for her not to mention carrying out this favourite hobby of hers; this is the only way she makes friends and adds flavour to her otherwise lacklustre life. Stalking Favio Fitzgerald was a big sinkhole in her long time hobby as a stalker; what made it worse? He was a professional troubleshooter. Karma is a bitch for sure and her friend Alastair even more for mentioning about running out of luck, what was wrong with following a person surreptitiously? ------ Being stalked by someone for the first time in his life, by a woman no less, highly amused Favio, especially because he dealt with bugs like her every now and then. As time and again his path keeps crossing with this woman he has labelled as a lunatic, he finds himself gravitating towards her orbit, willing to find out what makes Caleigh, Her Crazy Highness. #freeyourmind {Started as of January 2017}

I hear rhymes in my mind, all the time. Hope you enjoy a piece of my mind :)):)

A diary of our worst thoughts

"-no body does it like you do." [ a collection of short stories ]