Saachi

Poetry, they say, is all about spilling emotions. But what about the times when your heart wants to scream but all that comes out is deafening silence? 

Beware of destination addiction: The idea that happiness is in the next place, the next job, or even with the next partner. Until you give up the idea that happiness is somewhere else, it will never be where you are. 

"Fiction is a piece of truth that turns lies to meaning."

Dear M,
          
          I know that every time someone tells you to be a little more prettier, you sit naked in front of your mirror reminding yourself of every ugly inch in your body.
          I know how you choke up every time someone says something nice to you. I know how everyone thinks that you are the calmest, happiest person they have ever met but inside you are clawing away at yourself.
          
          Inkedly,
          Dear Diary.
          
          -Medhaa
          @thescribbledstories

"...Poetry is a friend. 
          It arrives with your first love, 
          and works as a bandage 
          after your first heartbreak. 
          
          Poetry is naked. 
          It is you at 11:11, making a wish,
          or at 2 AM, weeping in words... "
                              
            - Omair. 
           @thescribbledstories

DON'T DREAM YOUR LIVES, LIVE YOUR DREAMS..
          
          Let's suppose that you were able every night to dream any dream you wanted to dream. And that you could for example have the power within one night dream 75 years of time or any length of time you wanted to have. And you would naturally, as you began on this adventure of dreams, would fulfill all your wishes. You would have every kind of pleasure. And after several nights of 75 years of total pleasure each, you would say "woah that was pretty great but now let's have some surprise, let's have a dream which isn't under control, where something is going to happen to me but I don't know what it's gonna be." And then you'd dig that and come out of it and say "wow that was a close shave, wasnt it!"
          And then you'd get more and more adventurous and you'd make further and further outgambles to what you'd dream, and finally you would dream where you are now. You'd dream the dream of living the life that you are actually living today.

Hi ☺️ if you're looking for something new to read on wattpad , you should check out my story "Inevitable"! It's an angsty romance!
          
          https://my.w.tt/WLJQB1gzhN
          

There are 313 pages... 
          We don't meet Augustus until page 8...
          He does not speak until page 11...
          He leaves us on page 261...
          That us 253 pages from when we met him until he leaves... 
          And within those 253 pages...
          He is physically in 172 of them... 
          And that's all it took. 
          172 pages for us to fall in love with Augustus Waters.
          And none of us will ever be the same again...
          
          Yes, I am reading The Fault In Our Stars for the hundredth of time. And yes, I'm insane.