Loosely based on a true-life event. A story of loss and grief as seen through the eyes of a boy with curved sometimes flat mouth. ...
Sometimes depression isn’t a continuous affair, sometimes it just touches you, holds you, and like a precarious lover leaves before morning, only sometimes. ...
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In which wearing a skirt for a shirt, a flower crown as a neck-piece, and tie-end trousers becomes your own form of wearable artwork. ...
I was as innocent as I could not perceive naivety, and I wanted to believe I understood what it meant to feel, and want to know someone forever. ...
For the boys and girls ...
Our skin cells like our stomachs desire to be fed. And I admit, I’d much rather spend time feeding myself in any way possible than layering my face with colours and cakes. This is where the boys say, “aww I knew she’d result to a gender bias post somehow” Cue **...
