Margaritas With Me

It sucks so much when you start to feel someone pulling away from you Someone you're very, very close to. You see the slow drift, every second hurting you more than the last. You see them gradually floating away and you can’t seem to do shit about it. Nothing you do seems to work, everything feels useless. You start to go separate ways, you start to move on since you need to stop hurting, all the while expecting a single text back from them. That shit hurts. " Of course I miss you, but there was a reason that I let you go, and that hasn’t changed. " @thangbalay

Twenty Kilometers, One Text  and an Infinite Amount of Time Away. I miss ma best bud, so ! fucking ! much ! It’s started to get painful at times. I spend all day being happy, having stuff to divert my attention and then night falls and I’m alone with my fucking thoughts, all of which start with the same fucking thing, “I wish he was here, I wish I was there.” And as yesternight dawned upon, so did the fact that it’s been 3 months since I’ve seen Argon. 3 FUCKING MONTHS!  that’s  ¼ ᵗʰ  of a fricking year! I’m tired of this shit, tired of crying after every canceled plan cause it feels like the entire world is against us. I’m tired of feeling empty after every video call ends.. :*( I just wanna hug him, put my head on his shoulder watching a movie and listen to music with him. I wanna laugh my ribs out at all the jokes he cracks and the cute-weird faces he makes. I wanna play some video games with him, build some weird ass shit in Minecraft and cringe at t...

I’m from a society where being different tears you apart and the legal system supports the mob that runs after you. It’s so fucked up that we have to hide our true selves, hide behind this curtain of normality that this fucked up society has created. That one guy that smiles under his breath every time he has an interaction with you, who tries to be the sweetest person to you, you feel something in those interactions, something deep, something possibly passionate and long lasting. But, you’re afraid and he’s afraid. “What will THEY think?”, you ask yourselves. It’s fucked up that being normal has to mean loving someone of the opposite sex, ignoring the human element of love and bowing down to what society thinks is right. Why do people have to ‘come out’. Why do you have to classify yourself under tags of being straight or gay. Why does a child have to worry about who they like? Why can’t every parent just tell their child that they love them no matter what and carry on wit...

“We’re the greatest. They’ll hang us in the Louvre. Down the back, but who cares—still the Louvre” One of my most beloved lyrics of all time; encompassing emotion and thought in just three sentences. I love Ella, better known by her stage name, Lorde, the one who managed to forever change the way I perceive music. Before this I just listened to music for passing time, I used to listen to anything and everything. But then I listened to one of Lorde’s songs. It was indeed meaningful. I downloaded the album and started listening to it and as the tracks progressed, I went into a state of trance. By the end I was spellbound. It was spiritual and magical. Every time I heard her songs I found some new aspect, a new sound that I hadn't noticed before, the meaning to a lyric I hadn't realized before. I couldn't stop listening as I tried to decipher the layers upon layers of lyrical hexes that were there. But here’s the twist: one day hanging out with my friend Pink, I put Lorde’s...

Meeting Casper Imagine leaning against the sink in the bathroom of this house party while they sit on the floor across from you; the only source of light are some scented candles and dim fairy lights. You're both high and a little bit drunk and don't really know how you ended up there, but you're looking into their eyes and can't even describe what you see. It's the electricity of soul mates; it's love and lust and bitterness and humanness and everything in between. You long to intertwine with their soul, you long to stare into those eyes for all eternity. Those damn fucking eyes. They watch you and wonder what you're thinking. They even ask you, “what's on your mind?” You come closer, touching their arm, you feel the electric current between you, the spark everyone talks about, you see it now. The fireworks. You don't say anything, because there are no words to say, both of you know what's up. You want to breathe them in like oxygen. To kiss ...

Well I kinda gave this whole Argon problem some thought. I still haven’t reached a conclusion yet but I think I am near. The Friendship Side I respect Argon. He’s literally one of the most smart, honest and hardworking people I know. I’ve learnt stuff from him. I’ve learnt that giving something your absolute best with positive determination always results in something good. I’ve learnt that following your passion even when the world thinks you’re a lunatic is just freeing and feels amazing. I’ve learnt to care less about the shit people that surround me. I’ve learnt to talk to new people and turn them into amazing friends and open up to them. I’m not the Majooj I was a year back. I now have this weird new spark inside of me. I’ve learnt to be better organised. So honestly befriending him wasn’t the worst idea. In fact it was probably one my greatest ideas. ----------------------------------------------------- The Love Side This side covers all the stuff that’s over at the frie...