I don't like to talk sometimes. So I'll write for you instead.

Real musings during economics class.

this is so sloppily written i will cry.

this is the letter i wrote to my office crush during an internship but could never deliver it to him.

lana del rey got nothing on me. i hate this poem. and i thought i loved the person who made me write this poem. it's not for him. it's for myself. i hate this poem.

No but this is just how I feel. That's it.

i woke up and thought, "hey let me write something." this is the result.

Man, I should not have watched that Romcom last night... with all its smooth and successful characters. *facepalms*

Picture Prompt Poetry (The picture in the background is the prompt)

IT'S SWEATER WEATHER.

Life works in cycles. But that's no excuse to not work hard.

This is how dreams work. I think.

An appreciation of all things beautiful that got transformed into a corny love letter for my crush of once upon a time.

Because that's just how life can be like sometimes... (Read-- To You, From Me (Part 1) on my profile first.)

This might be consolation. But I can dream.

Some things are true and some things are lies. Some people are blind and others are puppets.

I feel like there isn't enough praise for the male gender anymore.

This is just my delusional self picturing a ballroom scenario, or maybe just how I want it to pan out if I ever attended a formal ball in my life.

Because that's just how life can be like sometimes...

An indescribable ache in my heart...