- 𝐲𝐨𝐚𝐧𝐚

a small token of kindness [ 01st september, 2025 — monday] 
          
          words plated in heirlooms, heavy with light,
          tinkling cuts, dazzling wounds —
          weaponry forged from childhood gloom,
          wars cradled in a mother’s stolen womb. 
          
          windmills bow above folded clothes,
          grandmother’s peach crumble cooling on the sill.
          cottages lean, tethered with ghosts —
          growth a gamble, memory the wager. 
          
          tender hearts rest in greasy hands,
          coloured proses, begotten rhyme.
          measuring the gaps of fleeting hours,
          tidy rooms against the storm of rest. 
          
          roads of chemicals, an age of hearts,
          souls displaced, refugees of home.
          effervescence rushes, skeletons mist-bound —
          a tale as old as precedents. 
          
          labyrinthine dashes, nuance permitted,
          olives of faith, olives betrayed.
          a marathon — glass slippers sublime —
          and all of life becomes a floor for dancing,
          a garden for incitement,
          a bloom pressed against time. 
           #adropofhumanity 

a token of kindness [ 24th august, 2025 — sunday ] 
          
          where comes the chaos? soar and sin, the culprit,
          from the lodging inns. surrendered and sought,
          beavering, bold— a little of the timid, a lot of the known. 
          
          swinging with pride, doors left unknocked,
          a guest invited under intoxication’s hold.
          forging, jeopardising, guided by homely apple-pie servings; bruised words swept beneath the rug of humility. 
          
          barks and bellows, odours, open wounds,
          entangled chairs and a single creaking move.
          whisper, then wait, tremors that carry
          a mouth of screams— beginning and dying
          in a parched throat. 
          
          kalopsia and kites— a guest like ropeburn,
          pricking like wine. mindful maps, mindless routes,
          sanctuaries like lies that bury the truth.
          shadows stumble, shoes fade—
          a blessing strikes a menace, transforming a paper cut into a prayer. 
           #adropofhumanity 

I started manacled today and oh my god what the hell

(so sorry if this is a bother...)
          
          ៹  Welcome to blood and silk graphic contest ! ꞌꞋ. ࣪
          
          Greetings, visual storytellers! You've arrived at the "Blood and Silk" Graphic Contest, a space where contrasting forces collide.
          
          Here, you'll find narratives that weave together the visceral and the refined, the brutal and the beautiful. 
          
          Your mission? To translate these compelling tales into stunning visual representations. Whether it's a book cover that commands attention, character aesthetics that breathe life, mood boards that set the atmosphere, or scene illustrations that capture pivotal moments, we want to see your interpretation of "Blood and Silk." 
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/394657323?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details_button&wp_uname=-Crystalflowers

Hey there! 
          I'm a part of this competition known as "Shark Tank", and we're brainstorming start up ideas for that. But, I realized that the best start ups arise from "real problems" and to get awareness around that, I have made a google form to understand about these things. 
          
          https://docs.google.com/forms/d/e/1FAIpQLSdbryXm8JweVMhkiqOdFwu1QY1BtoppmRBXxNRk3TTrlxsemw/viewform?usp=header

there's something amazing about criticizing the same website i criticize the website on (I don't make sense)

I'm changing schools, finally.

I wanna do like those wards typa things that used to happen back in 2021

wtf is wrong with wattpad T-T i hate coming on here now

Since you do have a good experience of changing schools, tell me, won't you, how the hell do we adjust to a completely different school with a whole set of new students?
          It seems so scary for so many reasons.
          
          I'm not even an extrovert. Somewhere in the mid. 
          Next year, I might. 
          
          WHAT IF I JUST BECOME A LONER AFTER CHANGING SCHOOLS?
          What's yo experience?