All posts tagged in love
Between Kylie Jenner pregnancy rumors and Stranger Things 2, no one really has or takes the time to research the person they “stan.” Hollywood and celebrity news is so fast; she did that, he said that. It’s exciting to follow. It’s some inconsequential banter to fill up our free time. Through coverage and their own content creation,
More than 200 days. Almost eight months. And they would finally see each other again, this time, more than friends. Dean didn’t know how it would unfold. He’d said in his letters that they would go out on a date, but they couldn’t. Not in Briston. Not in public. Not unless they wanted to be
Gluttony may be one of the seven most deadly sins that everyone loves to get around of but it is also, perhaps, known to be the mainly tolerated sin in Pakistan. I say this now, not as someone who is constantly at risk from the mouth-watering magnetism of the free-food gateways or buffet lineups, but
Before I loved you, I was a wanderer, I was dressed in light green and empty from within; now my soul has the shape of a violin, and it sings of you, day and night… It shines so bright that sometimes I fear its light may tear open my thin skin and leave a mess
I wrote this for someone who I believe is the universe’s greatest treasure. I don’t know what force in this universe is responsible for the creation of this individual’s grace, but I’m grateful for them.. Thank you to the stars. I’d like to thank each star in the sky for bringing you into our universe
I wrote this poem for one of my closest friends who reminded me that friends do exist. After being in a relationship that dragged me under and away from friends and any type of social life, finding this friend helped me breathe. This is my letter to her. Dear Friend, Friend you are, caring soul
This poem was written when I had difficulty describing someone I admire. Anything I wrote, it wasn’t good enough. I realized no words are good enough. There’s an X amount of words to describe how wonderful the person I admire truly is. The pages of my journals are suffocated with every detail of your loveliness
One of the most eye-opening experiences of my life occurred when I had put a lot of my self-worth in how the man I thought I was in love with viewed me. Did he like the way I cut my hair? Did he like the way I walked? Did my hips sway too much? Oh,
I wrote this poem about a relationship in which one is attached to his/her partner, hoping that the other will change into this imagined or nostalgic perspective. A relationship like this is never easy to grieve, nor is it ever easy to escape, especially when one doesn’t wish to leave; even though that’s what’s needed
You don’t need someone to tell you how pretty you are or how your smile can light up a dark room. When you begin to love yourself, you don’t rely on other people for your happiness. To love yourself, your mind and body, means to accept this is reality, and no one can tear down
Recently, Meghan Markle, a biracial woman, has gotten engaged to Prince Harry and it proves that people are still confused with how to label a mixed race woman (or man). Markle has a Caucasian father and an African American mother, which, obviously, makes her biracial, both black and white. In July of 2015, she published an
