“The hardest part of the end, is starting again” A lot of people don’t know how much I love Linkin Park. ‘Numb’ was the first English song I’d ever discovered, and there was no looking back ever since. A mix of rock/nu-metal, teenage angst, and understandable lyrics gave rise to a fan in me. It’s […]Read More My tryst with Linkin Park.
U’s movie had a very, very profound effect on me. I’m sitting here in the washroom all alone, the leaky faucet matching my tears drop for drop. It’s been a horrible month, all things considered. I know I throw that around a fair bit, but this past month really fucking has been. I’ve come to […]Read More Time to change.
it’s quiet in here. Peaceful, even, if not for the roars in my head. the tick of a clock, the hum of a radio, the occasional exchanged glance. the absence of words, the presence of silence, grows more unsettling by the second. that silence is deafening. it could be quiet to you, but not for […]Read More silence.
Birthdays have always been very special for me. I don’t know why some people don’t like it- for me, it’s an opportunity to grow older; to inch closer to using my real ID card to gain entry into clubs. Birthdays also give you a very convenient excuse to act pricey and eat cake. I’ll admit, […]Read More All I want for my birthday is…
It’s been shit. Frankly, it’s all been shit. I wish I had a closet, in which I could just hide and travel to Narnia, and be there, where nobody knows me. Nobody knows the baggage, the history, the troubles. I’m just a nobody. And for the first fucking time in my life, I’d rather be […]Read More When does it get better?
For me, home has never been a place. It has been a feeling, a thought. More often than not, it structures itself into a mould of brick and mortar, and a house becomes a home. *** Anyone that has ever been close to me knows that my relationship with my parents has been transactional at […]Read More Unwelcome in your own home
I’ve been back home (what home constitutes is entirely another post) for a couple of weeks now. Most of my friends came to stay here a week ago, and it’s been quite a whirlwind ever since. My two closest friends are in touch (barely, but at least I know they’re alive). I guess they’re immersed […]Read More Ever feel a little possessive of your city?
This post is not a serious one. It’s a proper musing, not a rant (to be honest, I chose “musings” in the title because of the alliteration it has with mohantee). I hope I have more of these in the near future. I have a bunch of friends who can make art. I can’t make […]Read More @chiki343