A short story for @callmeviolet's writing challenge - Flowers and Words . This is just a try to write something different from what I usually write .. :D
the girls who get it, get it. & the girls who don't, don't
just doing a little test to see if this triggers a certain something in your brain.
+ an added test
Inspired by the song: Girls/Girls/Boys by Panic! At The Disco (link to song below)
He was the thrilling grays of dusk, and she was purples of dawn. Two opposites. Two very different loves.
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What is love? Love is something that consumes you. You don't get it a first. Talking with your friends about the new guy, he is just like the others, you'll go out for a bit,
We're raised to believe that we will take the place of the girl in the books. You know, the girl who meets the love of their life, whose story unfolds without flaw and ends with miracles and fireworks...
About a month ago, a friend of mine asked me what's my definition of love. What I said to that friend is quite similar to this prose poem.
Meaning of the prose poem💖
I think it'd be quite conceited...
"LOVE starts with the first breath as love of life, end with the last breath as a disillusion; all the rest in the middle is just statistic." -Meo
From https://literaryblog.net/aphorisms-blog/item/40...
A short story for @callmeviolet's writing challenge - Flowers and Words . This is just a try to write something different from what I usually write .. :D
the girls who get it, get it. & the girls who don't, don't
just doing a little test to see if this triggers a certain something in your brain.
+ an added test
Inspired by the song: Girls/Girls/Boys by Panic! At The Disco (link to song below)
He was the thrilling grays of dusk, and she was purples of dawn. Two opposites. Two very different loves.
https://www...
What is love? Love is something that consumes you. You don't get it a first. Talking with your friends about the new guy, he is just like the others, you'll go out for a bit,
We're raised to believe that we will take the place of the girl in the books. You know, the girl who meets the love of their life, whose story unfolds without flaw and ends with miracles and fireworks...
About a month ago, a friend of mine asked me what's my definition of love. What I said to that friend is quite similar to this prose poem.
Meaning of the prose poem💖
I think it'd be quite conceited...
"LOVE starts with the first breath as love of life, end with the last breath as a disillusion; all the rest in the middle is just statistic." -Meo
From https://literaryblog.net/aphorisms-blog/item/40...