@iamprettywitch2-0
I once made promise to myself, to let it go when it starts feeling like a lie. I once wrote a poem that said you can love me or ruin me, and I'd let you do both. I was ready to be ruined. Maybe I still am. Or maybe not. I remember I said I will never leave until you want me to. But I also said I will not stay if you don't want me to.
Suggest some names for Indian women, guys. Characters ke naam sochte time mera dimag blank ho jaata hai ༎ຶ‿༎ຶ༎ຶ‿༎ຶ
I was watching a horror movie and it had some sapphic contents in it, and it wasn't even romantic, happy or even morally righteous if we're being real, but it still made me kinda happy lmao. And now I wanna write a wlw story in which a human falls in love with a ghost. If only I had the time and energy ༎ຶ‿༎ຶ
I'm a broken shard of glass,
And then I wonder why anyone who tries to hold me bleeds.
I'm a void, the silence left behind,
Not sad, not painful,
Just empty.
I'm the words stuck between my throat,
The voices echoing in my head,
I'm the weight sitting on my chest,
The sorrow seeping into my bones, the one that had started to feel too much like me,
I'm the empty eyes staring back at me when I look into the mirror,
I'm the rain that only ruins.
I'm a broken shard of glass,
And then I wonder why anyone who tries to hold me bleeds.
✯ Walking away from Saira felt like a funeral of Inaya's that version whose smile used to be laced with genuine joy, rather than bitterness, and instead of grieving the death of herself, Inaya had dressed herself in bold red, and attended the funeral with a smile that had learned to hide more than to show. ✯
✯ She felt as if there were ashes in her throat, ashes of all the words that burned inside her, and never even got a funeral ✯
Honestly, same, Saira, same!
Second chapter updated!!! Kindly lemme know your thoughts on it!!
https://www.wattpad.com/story/397583141?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details_button&wp_uname=iamprettywitch2-0