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Category Archives: Creativ writing
high voltage me
Thank God holidays are coming! At least I won’t get zapped from every metal object anymore and I’ll stop from electrocuting people by touching them. Although I enjoy this part.
friendship
How strange life is. Friendship is so random and unpredictable. You make acquaintances and they stay acquaintances for years. Or you meet someone and they become a close friend in weeks. But what to do when you’re in a room … Continue reading
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one of those times
I should be happy. Somehow I feel like crap and I keep on screwing things up. Worst – I can’t stop from writing it. I don’t know what else to do. *Daniel Merriweather – Red
bookmarks
We’re all strangers. Ordinary people connected by what we reveal, what we share, what we take away. I guess that’s what I love about people: their stories. And you and I keep on turning pages.
nasty little guys
I always prefer cats to dogs. You feed a dog and give it shelter and it’s like, ‘You must be God!’ And you feed a cat and give it shelter and it’s like, ‘I must be God.’ Hannah Hart (My … Continue reading
when it snows in wonderland
I love winter as long as I’m sipping hot chocolate inside the house while gazing at the snow from my window. And the beauty of I all is when I imagine that the roads close and the city shuts … Continue reading
we are history
I don’t remember much of that evening, except for maybe the smell of pancakes and the look in his eyes while he leaned into me. My brain was rushing to catch up with his arms around my waist, his chest … Continue reading
our hearts are nuclear
dear lover of midnight moon how wrong I thought we were for each other at first like you weren’t made of flesh and bones and moving pictures like you weren’t made of blood and dust breathing dreams and talking music … Continue reading
pockets full of music
We laugh, we dance, we steal each other’s hearts. And then we fall like shooting stars and autumn leaves, making music, tasting wine, staying up later than the streetlights.
so lonely I could die
So lonely baby, I get so lonely I could die. And I can’t stop thinking how much I find myself in the words below. So scared of being scared of something that comes naturally. “I think she was afraid to … Continue reading
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