Utter Clutter.

I'm losing people like I'm losing my hair. 

If I could lose weight with the number of people I'm losing, I'd be as light as a fucking feather. 

If I got paid every time I lost someone I would be richer than Bill Gates. 

If you can't love me for me; then I'd rather have you go. 

(My apologies to you, probable reader. This blog contains profane nonsense uttered by a cluttered mind.

 It's the teenage, you see.)

What does a depressed, fat, lonely kid with absolutely no social life to speak of do?

Make a blog for no one to see. 

Bouncing blue baboons. 

Semi colon project : Explanation

You know that quote from TFIOS? About depression being a side effect to dying?

Isn't it funny, how life can kill?

Everything and everyone I thought mattered proved me wrong. 

Depression is not a light matter. And the deaths caused by the same can't just go unnoticed. 

Those lives matter just as much as the lives of soldiers in battle because in a way they were their own soldiers, fighting their own battles and sometimes they don't always win but that's okay. That is okay. 

You don't always have to come out victorious. 

Coming out of it alive, is what matters. 

Even if it seems like it's for no one think of it as something for yourself because you are worth every scar, every bruise and every broken bone. You are. 

.. So senti :'( 

But my darling, I really don't give a damn.

(Guess the reference)

 

The project is beautiful. Take a look, have a try. April 16 is the day. Ill see you there. 

Polar bears belly dancing. 

Semi colon project : My prospective tattoo

I think I'll get this as a tattoo. 

Explanation later. I am officially sleepy. 

Wiggling chicken wiggles off into the sunset. " Goodnight!" It cries, before it finally disappears. "I'll be back."

Believe

What if I said I could love you 

And I could?

What if I said I would be there for you

And I would?

I wouldn't lie; not for you 

'Cause there's better things to do

Better things like learning

How to love you. 

I don't know what/why/how this shit came to me or whether I am even completely sane; it's 1:55 in the morning and I'm sitting up writing crappy poems. 

Wow my life is so amazing. 

This blog is boring. 

Chicken wiggle. 

Powerful

There's this song I like rn

"I can feel it;  

when you hold me,  

when you touch me

it's so powerful"

Tarrus Riley has that husky, hungry voice that so defines the song and the feeling it gives. I am strangely attracted to it, though he isn't very talented as a singer.

I'm not a fan of Goulding either, and her voice isn't all that great, but it compliments Riley's voice; like crystal glass on silk.  

Maybe I'm being biased? Not everyone likes the song, but I find it pretty catchy. 

"Oh Lord have mercy 

I'm begging you please

I'm feeling drained 

I need love"

Ten thousand monkey bums dancing. 

#TellMeATale

I'm starting a new thang.

It's called #TellMeATale

and it's basically that, I would like whoever is reading this nonsense to think up nonsense of their own and post it somewhere on this rabbit hole, and use the hashtag mentioned above.

 There are no rules or conditions, except I would like you guys to simply remember some basic courtesies.

1)No racism, sexism, bullying, harassment etc. I find any, I will address it.

2)Be nice. Even if it's hard please try.Remember, someone else is trying too, what if its for you?

Easy as pie. Now get those brain cells working, and relapse into your Wonderlands, it won't hurt, and I hope overall, that all of you (whoever reads this) will enjoy.

 That's all, have fun, bye.

A thousand dolphin kisses, sent your way.

Hairy feels.

I have a thing for hair. Nice hair.

Like, soft, touchable hair that turns a different colour in the sunlight, little peeks of gold or caramel in between streaks of dark chocolate or black hair like, little shy glimmering beauty's that hide behind masques of silky black and reveal themselves only in the sunlight..  am I the only one who notices the way people's hair changes colour in the sunlight and it kind of turns me on in a weird, creepy way?

Yea?

Oh damn.