mrosella

Rasa nak quit pun ada, nak sambung tulis pun ada. Hmmm.. dah final sem ni makin malas. Pastu lepas habis degree nak kena sambung master pulak. Ughhh... Shibal my life... (⁠╯⁠ರ⁠ ⁠~⁠ ⁠ರ⁠)⁠╯⁠︵⁠ ⁠┻⁠━⁠┻ 

mrosella

Rasa nak quit pun ada, nak sambung tulis pun ada. Hmmm.. dah final sem ni makin malas. Pastu lepas habis degree nak kena sambung master pulak. Ughhh... Shibal my life... (⁠╯⁠ರ⁠ ⁠~⁠ ⁠ರ⁠)⁠╯⁠︵⁠ ⁠┻⁠━⁠┻ 

mrosella

قد تكون الرسالة مسيئة
00 | Who I am |
          
          When I’m the author for myself on Wattpad:
          
          • I write stories that reflect my own feelings, thoughts, and imagination.
          
          • I experiment with genres and themes without fear of judgment.
          
          • I create characters who carry pieces of me, even if they’re hidden.
          
          • I let my emotions flow freely through words, whether dark, light, or in-between.
          
          • I take inspiration from my own experiences and turn them into fiction.
          
          • I write for the joy of storytelling, not just for popularity or reads.
          
          • I don’t care if people don’t vote or read my stories — I write for me.
          
          • I can finish my stories as I please and at any time, without pressure.
          
          • I don’t fucking sell my stories.
          
          • I write because it makes me feel alive, free, and connected to myself.

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الرد

mrosella

3 | The Edge of the World |
          
          You think falling in love is about holding on, but it isn't. It is hands gripping the edge of the world and letting go, one finger at a time.
          
          Take a deep breath-here comes the drop. I know it's your first time here, but soon you will get used to the motion; the headlong dive into the deep.
          
          Just go with it.
          
          You only get one chance to fall in love with your heart still whole.

mrosella

56 | Sunday Best |
          
          Do you remember that night I turned up on your doorstep? 
          I was wearing my Sunday best. You watched the mascara as it ran down like fault lines, and you knew I had blood on my lips.
          
          I'm tired of running, I said—
          and the earth shook a little
          
          So am I, you replied 
          as it shook a little more 
          I don't want anyone else, I whispered 
          And I felt myself crumble.
          
          You held out your arms and I was cracked porcelain. We looked at each other as we stood at the precipice. And I knew once I fell, I'd never stop falling. And everything before you would be time to kill. You said you were scared but you couldn't ignore it.
          
          And that was the moment when we became real.