What would we do without our mothers? Give her a moment of your day when she chose to give you, your life.
Snap out of it.
Welcome to my mind. Subject to *Chaos*. Subject to *Entitlement*. Like any Millennial.
"They" are us. We are robots that feel. We are slowly breaking out of our shells.
I remember a time, not too long ago, exclamatory marks (!) were used to exclaim and emotions were expressed through heartfelt intonations and vocabulary carved a picture
When one thinks about death, is it the pain, the mercy? Do you perceive it as a burden, a magical negativity, or are you the one to put up with all the sadness and either grieve or stay ice cold?
More often than not, humans, in general, are filled with this thought in their hearts on how to lead the life or as to how an ideal or perfect life should be. But what we don't realise is something which is very elementary. It is the fact that imperfections are a part of life.
I know a girl is just like me. We have the same features. We have the same black eyes. The deepest black with a hint of
Different philosophies float in the air and we get a whiff of all as we try to make sense of this ambiguous world. Everyone believes in
*Am I fat? Am I ugly? Can you see my cheekbones? Can you see my collarbones? Is my six pack sufficient or do I need an
What would you call that part of your life which holds you up with jealousy, fear you till death about losing someone, carry and hold a
Have you had multiple climate changes within you every second when you see something stunning? Like the summer sun giving you the warmth of hope, the