gazing_at_thestars
The only thing I do in life is nothing. Nothing.
gazing_at_thestars
mxryxmeyy
How are you? And I know you like to keep your message board clean so I'm sorry in advance XD
gazing_at_thestars
@mxryxmeyy I hope that it will get better for you soon. <33 My life is pretty boring loll It just exists XD
mxryxmeyy
@gazing_at_thestars heheh<33 Life's okay :D I honestly don't know how to answer this question XD cuz Life isn't treating me veeeeery well rn Tell me YOUR life updateee?
gazing_at_thestars
I have told you before that I don’t mind it at all. I love it <33
I am good. Wbu??? How’s life treating you?
mxryxmeyy
I miss you girl
I know I disappeared for a while and I'm sorry
Wattpad dumbo took away private messaging and lwky everything changed
I'm not active on this place at all ':D
mxryxmeyy
@gazing_at_thestars heyyy I haven't forgotten you T-T I'm not BACK back lol, I don't have Wattpad anymore becuz it's ALWAYS lagging when I open it;( I just occassionally come here throught the browser now
gazing_at_thestars
Omggggg you are back????? I miss you too :(
Honestly, Wattpad reminds me of you and often makes me wonder about how you are and whether you’ve forgotten about me
Lol
mxryxmeyy
You published!!! And the cover is Rekha♡(> ਊ <)♡
I'm in bed rn, I'll read it in the morning
Also, heyy. It's been so long;)
gazing_at_thestars
What becomes of art when it is not seen nor heard?
gazing_at_thestars
Let go let go let go
gazing_at_thestars
I observe and I observe and I observe
gazing_at_thestars
Dead and gone?
gazing_at_thestars
August is my month or so I think.
Scrolling through wattpad is nostalgic and also sad.
The kind of sadness that wraps around your throat
gazing_at_thestars
Red hearts, red hearts float.
The little blush on your cheeks—so red, so bright.
Heart eyes for him. Just for him.
What does the bindi on your forehead hold?
Twirling in your skirt.
The anklets on your ankle—a prose, a rhyme, a story, a song for the observers but an annoying sign of your arrival for the unknown, the lost-in-nothing humans.
Your hair so dark, a veil for the midnight sky.
A worshiper of the jasmine flowers.
Long–forgotten conversations.
Long–forgotten poetries.
Never been a subject of admiration.
The him, a hoax.
The her, unknown to everyone.
Known to none.
Fragments of her exist in some minds, at the very back of their heads.
She walks through the streets, unnoticed by everyone.
gazing_at_thestars
Procrastinating, procrastinating anddd procrastinating