I Do Write, A Lot.

Fall in love. Maybe it doesn't have to be with someone. Fall in love with music, art, dancing in the dark, car rides at lam, the glistening of the stars, the colors of the sun as it rises, the smell of flowers, the feeling of adrenaline that takes over your whole body and suffocates your lungs with joy, good friends who bring out your best, silence, noise, fall in love with the little things that make you feel most alive and find purpose. Fall in love with life.

– a.s.b

— v, from “excerpt from a book i will never write” (via letsbelonelytogetherr)

that house next to the jungle belongs to a care-taker

people call it macabre night cause it ignites terror

there is a rumour escalated throughout the town

a woman was found dead in blood stained gown

no one was brave enough, they didn't dig her a grave

no one tried to let her soul have a peaceful death

first week and people came there just to see her

they raped the body and made sure it was just a cadaver

she was already dead, i guess her soul was agonizing

how shameless humans are, didn't hesitate to do the sin

second week, my body couldn't rest thinking of that sight

she was dead and people were acting as if it was all right.

one morning, an old man came infront of my door

he asked me water and said, "can she rest her core.?"

tears drifted from my eyes, i cried from within that day

i was brave and decided to walk on forbidden way

i paced forward with ocean and flood in my eyes

i went closer to her body, i kept my trepidation aside

i saw a shovel nearby, started to dig at the very corner.

carried her body by my hands and stood to mourn her.

WILL THIS END WITH ME ?

~august.

To anyone who needs it, this is Your good luck post

Your heres to a new job post

The money Is coming your way post

The like to charge reblog to cast

You. Are. Going to. Make it. Post

Today I start the job that will never make me cry because the schedule came out and I can already see which weeks I won't be able to pay bills. Today I go to a place where I can see sunlight, am encouraged to move and learn and grow. Im sending good vibes, good luck and godspeed to whever needs this.

A bouqet, for you.

Bitter expectation

I kept my door open

Hoping you’ll come by

Hoping you’ll notice how my eyes rained

Hoping that you’ll ask what happened

Hoping you won’t buy my lie

I kept my door open

With a burning believe inside

That you’ll stop by my side

Thinking you’ll comfort me while I mewl.

I kept my door open

Trying to comprehend if I was right?

Lingering till midnight

Stacking up coldness from January wind

Deceiving myself that it'll be my last try

I kept my door open

Well-known that it’ll all become a waste

Knowing that I should leave the rest

I kept my door open even after knowing how bitter expectation taste.

things are getting better. change is scary but not more than staying in the same place forever.

~august/fictionflaws

short story.

i am still on my teenage. i must say this is my most excruciating and painful journey i could ever think of. instead of making friends and enjoying, i am taking pills and working on myself. it doesn't feel bad to see other people having fun but sometimes my innerself blames herself for all the pain and i understand her very well.

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I’ll not love you in songs,

My love will be shown to you by writing poems on your name.

Sports aren’t something I’m keen about,

But for sure I’ll gaze at you as most beautiful prize while you watch your favourite game.

I wonder if you’ll know how love is shown in books,

Would you be able to see me beyond my appearance, my looks?

In this field of affection I’m a beginner,

Getting your presence in my life will make me the most successful winner.

I’m just an unsolved puzzle with no clues,

But I can promise to cheer you up whenever you’re feeling blue.

I would love to become the reason behind your smile,

I don’t desire for big gesture but holding your hands through every aisle.

I wonder if it would be like fairy tales.

But wait, if Romeo-Juliet is your favorite rom-com then we might not click,

Because I grew up listening tales about Ram-Sita, Radhe-Krishn, Muna-Madan which makes you lovesick.

I could not give you expensive gifts to keep or wear,

 All I have to offer is affection, admiration, respect, trust, and care.

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