I’m a sunflower, a little funny.

The world’s a cruel place. People hate on each other out of jealousy. Jealousy out of uniqueness and individuality. Jealousy of beauty and grace. Nothing should be stereotyped. Everyone should be allowed to be ourselves, because afterall, that is what we all excell at- being ourselves. That’s where we do better. And at the end…

The Path I Walked

The Road Not Taken  BY ROBERT FROST Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the…

Memento Mori x Carpe Diem

MEMENTO MORI – a latin term for “remember death.” So today I’ve read a post about someone dying from cancer. I was thinking what it would be like, spending your time with someone close to your heart knowing that their days are already numbered? Constantly asking yourself, when will that day be? Is there even a…

What happened? I grew up.

“I only grow apart from people who don’t grow.” You know what’s sad everytime I look back from five or six years ago? The memories I had with these certain friends from way back when. But you’re all strangers now. We’re all strangers now. But I don’t really regret dropping these people off like a…

Your own You

You’re different. You’re unique. You’re weird. But so does everybody else. Do not let society dictate and judge you just because they feel like you’re not living up with their expectations and their norms. They want you skinny? I say, screw them it’s your body. It’s your skin and you’re not supposed to be ashamed…

Tried and Tired

I will try To disprove the lingering false notions I will try To disprove the senseless abominations I will try, Despite the tiresome expostulations I will try, Despite the brooding fear Constantly howling derogations. I will try. I am trying Yet I have done nothing I am trying But I am scared of my mind…

White Room

She stared at the white walls around her room, wondering how long they stayed clean. It was funny how people see the room as a nice, comfortable place to be in. Except she knew what happened in this room– the muffled screams of the damned, the white walls tainted in red and the never-ending piles…