"She wrote
A hunger that was beating inside her chest
A voice that demanded to be still
So she wrote about a journey or a quest
About a passion lingering and beautifying
As that of nightingales song
Remarkable and profound words
Spilling on the empty paper sheets
All these words came together as a work of art
A master piece she would call it
From a far of course
For if you decided to analyze the ink that was spilled out
Make no mistake your heart would come to tremble
Behind each sentences lied agonies and anxieties
Behind the written symbols were messages of a lonely heart, a torn soul
But now look a far and try not to question the beauty of it
It’s more pleasant from afar. Keep it always on distance."

Time to introduce my other tumblr, this one is more of my glamorous side.

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20 Jul 12 at 1 pm

Robert Frost

"A poem begins with a lump in the throat; a homesickness or a lovesickness. It is a reaching-out toward expression; an effort to find fulfillment. A complete poem is one where an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words."

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18 Jul 12 at 2 pm

I have that protein shaker :)

Cutest set ever!

I have that protein shaker :)
Cutest set ever!
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16 Jul 12 at 12 am

countdown , 1, 2 ,3 let’s run!

Lol, would love to go running there though :)

countdown , 1, 2 ,3 let’s run!
Lol, would love to go running there though :)

Yap i did that today, i awoke at 04:30 am. Everyone was still sleeping, the streets were silent and the sun was just rising.. all i could hear was the kitchen clock on the wall making the noises of tick and tock. There’s something special about waking up so early… like a parallel universe..