occasionallity

Hi

It's a new dawn! It's a new day! It's a new life for me...
          
          ...and I'm feeling good.
          
          It's been three years since I last wrote here.
          
          Seven years since I fell hopelessly in love with Wattpad.
          
          I never thought I'd get over that obsession, yet somehow I did. I traded late nights writing stories for late nights solving engineering problems, and somewhere in between, I convinced myself that maybe I had outgrown writing.
          
          Then last year happened.
          
          It was one of the hardest years of my life. While trying to piece myself back together, I stumbled upon a draft I'd never published. I asked myself why I had abandoned it, and the answer was simple:
          
          I kept waiting for it to be perfect.
          
          I thought every story needed an impeccable plot before it deserved to exist, but somewhere along the way, I realized that some stories don't begin with plots. They begin with people. A conversation before dinner. A little girl learning to skate. A father sitting alone in a café.
          
          
          Sometimes, that's enough, so I started writing again.
          
          It felt strange, almost rebellious, to return to writing while studying chemical engineering. For a while, I thought I had to choose between the two, but I don't have to be less of an engineer to love writing, and I don't have to be more of a writer to be a real one.
          
          The stories I'm sharing now were written over the past year. I'm still putting them together, polishing them, and finding where they belong.
          
          They're all connected by one girl.
          
          I created her years ago because I needed somewhere to put the dreams I was afraid I'd never reach. Only, somewhere along the way, she stopped feeling like an escape and started feeling like a companion.
          
          Her name is Madonna.
          
          These stories are not based on true events, but many of the emotions behind them are. I don't believe we understand ourselves by looking only at the brightest parts of our lives. Sometimes we have to venture into the darker corners, not to stay there, but to find our way back.

Hi there! Just wanted to let you know that I'm hosting a graphic competition right now and would love it if you have the time to participate :D
          
          If not, you can always help us by spreading the word or joining in on the other side events we have scheduled in Shopping Spree <3
          
          Hope you have a great day/night ✨
          
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/394181619-shopping-spree-a-graphic-competition

HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABY 

Hi, I'm seventeen

Wished sixteen was like belgian chocolate but even if it was like dark and bitter chocolate, it was still chocolate, and even though, last year, I said your birthday wishes would be our last interactions, you filled my 2022, now with college admissions on their way, I will miss you by a lot, but I bet this won't be our last!
          
          Happy seventeenth! 

I'm turning 18 in fifteen minutes and 365 days

ok but who was here when i was in 8th grade, an incoming freshman? hi guys, i just finished junior year ^_^ we finished early 'cuz they're preparing for f2f comeback weeeh 4 months of summer 

a small token of kindness [ 28th january 2023 ] 
          
          heart that loves waters of wrinkles, a grave that loves a man of death and bones;  years of cold and hours of a backyard mirrors. floods of decades, hormones of violence; peace of unfamiliarity, an autumn of heart ache. 
          
          a jam of blue as a fight of love, a poet centuries old lurking in the present; lemons and neighbours, peaches and lungs. sins sacred before mercy, broken palms and roads of birth; sunset embroidered with veins, years fossilised with ricochet pain. 
          
          frosted letters, casual accents; love of bruised knuckles, a sip of sacred venoms. fingers of declaration, windshield dust; a lump of liability, a suffocated drink of laughter. an island where a soul sinks, oceans where the bodies bath; a thread of silk that cuts like glass. 
          
          evaporated pressure, fiery torrents; soul frozen and waltz of wakefulness. meadow of dawn, a canopy of a pleaide; frothing yearns and rippling reasons. death so close, yet addressed as cold; not every flower can be sweet, not every good heart can have enough honey. 
           #adropofhumanity 

a small token of kindness ( 21st january 2023 ) 
          
          bruised october, champagne bread; weeping permissions and tightened braids. a mother of brass, windows of pages; ebbs of midnight, divided miseries. 
          
          copper sprain, malachite oxygen; birds of meetings, broken silences. venn of the woods, the wind and the windpipe; foreign vowels, submerged wrinkles. wet crayons, scents of blue; crisp metaphors and pigeon hues. 
          
          palms of desserts, midnight sober; fire that slips, a womb of sonnets. lemonade poems, an annihilating waist; casual grave, a whisper of conclusions. a poet of confessions, a sky of sin; sacred rain, storm antique. 
          
          blurry opals and cigarette soliloquies; swaying septum and a bouquet of tattood ribs. spine of butter, vinegar patio; breastbone shelter, cronus love. white doorstep, a welcome ghost; trees forget leaves, winter shrinks bones. 
           #adropofhumanity