Wordsmith with a bad case of wanderlust & a penchant for climbing trees & mountains. Queen of Sass, the Unbroken, Mother of Sarcasm, Georgia of the jungle, Wielder of the Pen.
You could hear his filthy thoughts even from a distance as he stared at you with lust in his eyes. You felt his bad intentions
Do not fall in love with me. I’m not the girl you can ever live happily ever after with. I’m only good for a night.
The colour of your skin in which you’re wrapped in doesn’t matter, what matters is the gift inside you.
Every rape victim feels pain as the other victim, if not less or more, irrespective of whether it’s a man or a woman.
I’m on a date. Not with the man I love. I’ve loved once & probably never will again. From what I’ve learnt about you from
The girl walked sensuously on the road, swaying her hips a little too explicitly for the modesty of the passersby. She 6+wore a skin-hugging top
Closure is underrated. You would never know how excruciating it was for me to keep searching for the answers that took away what we had.
Don’t be an apology, girl. You are somebody’s dream. But, be a nightmare for this pervert. Be a warning. Be a danger. Be a lesson that he will never dare to forget.
It’s been eleven years, six months & eleven days since you’re gone, yet I remember that day like it was yesterday. I was in the
“Stop being such a cry-baby.” “You’re not the only one with problems.” “Get over it.” There is no dearth of unsolicited advisors