history, research, fiction, music and the list goes on
history, research, fiction, music and the list goes on
original gyal, you are no replica (no)
original gyal, you are no replica (no)
original gyal, you are no replica (no)
smooth, dean, no regular degular (no)
smooth, dean, no regular degular (no)
smooth, dean, no regular degular (no)
pretty for real and pretty pon my cellular (no)
pretty for real and pretty pon my cellular (no)
pretty for real and pretty pon my cellular (no)
mi know say ya hot (no)
mi know say ya hot (no)
mi know say ya hot (no)
mi know say ya hot (no)
mi know say ya hot (no)
mi know say ya hot (no)
no regular degular gurl
on grief
your grief? it could be written in papers, hidden behind bookmarked pages or simply resting
deep down, in coffins. they say love is color, but that is not true. grief is iridescent, it carries
shades not known to others, words carefully slipped under conversations and overheard
rhythms.
and all these words, these rounded vowels can maybe do justice to love, but not to grief, it grows and resides and dies with you, your only perpetual guardian.
Iactually set out to write about grief, yours and
mine. but i just distracted you with my words, didn't i?
on grief
your grief? it could be written in papers, hidden behind bookmarked pages or simply resting
deep down, in coffins. they say love is color, but that is not true. grief is iridescent, it carries
shades not known to others, words carefully slipped under conversations and overheard
rhythms.
and all these words, these rounded vowels can maybe do justice to love, but not to grief, it grows and resides and dies with you, your only perpetual guardian.
Iactually set out to write about grief, yours and
mine. but i just distracted you with my words, didn't i?
i love my cats teehee
paro, patralekha, anasuya, advait and samyak
i love my cats teehee
paro, patralekha, anasuya, advait and samyak
void >>>>>>>
there’s something about the void—how it stretches endlessly, untouched yet all-encompassing. it feels like loneliness distilled, yet somehow, in its vastness, it holds everything. that is the paradox of the void—emptiness so complete, it becomes whole
on grief
your grief? it could be written in papers, hidden behind bookmarked pages or simply resting
deep down, in coffins. they say love is color, but that is not true. grief is iridescent, it carries
shades not known to others, words carefully slipped under conversations and overheard
rhythms.
and all these words, these rounded vowels can maybe do justice to love, but not to grief, it grows and resides and dies with you, your only perpetual guardian.
Iactually set out to write about grief, yours and
mine. but i just distracted you with my words, didn't i?
i love my cats teehee
paro, patralekha, anasuya, advait and samyak
void >>>>>>>
there’s something about the void—how it stretches endlessly, untouched yet all-encompassing. it feels like loneliness distilled, yet somehow, in its vastness, it holds everything. that is the paradox of the void—emptiness so complete, it becomes whole
made with <3 by shivam teehee