he’ll make promises. you’re the one. your flaws are beautiful. your insecurities will be looked after. and so you let go. you let it all out, raw and pure, and the fire burns him and he can’t take it and he leaves. and you crawl back into the crevices of your own mind and stay there. today he leaves, tomorrow she leaves, they all leave. that’s why you hide. that’s why you you break before you can be broken. you take that head start but you lose the race anyway.
dictate the expressions on my face and then call it freedom of expression.
Check out lookbeyondtheviewfinder.wordpress.com because it’s a joint photo blog that I’m starting with my friend. It just has an introduction so far, but all the best things started off small, right?
I made this at least a week ago but time constraints stopped me from putting it up…
Caption from Cocktail, song: Yaariyan.
Between classes, during breaks, cracking stupid jokes sprinkled with my advice for their upcoming IB years. Why couldn’t we be in the same batch? And why couldn’t you both be boarders?
On another note, had my final IOC recording today and it went… WELL! Also, you there, Suma, reading this with your raging fever… Get well soon, love. We missed you and people kept searching for you today.
I do such entertaining things. I should become a comedienne.
Don’t call me third wheel like it’s an insult spit at my face. Without me, you’re going to be the loser.