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Lost Luxury

Newspapers take peoples’ tragedies and force the world to experience all of it.― Rebecca McNutt, Listen is Silent, or The Usurer Centuries older were youWho reduced everyone to an ignorant child.As the sun rose everyday,At my doorstep you arrivedWith fresh tidings ofNovel ideas and events,Of deaths and horrifying stories. Man’s truest chronicler were youWho told stories the…

Thoughts Dump #2

Hey everyone! This is not a regular post. I’m just going to be breaking down a few recurring thoughts and talk about them and address them today. I suppose a few of you may have noticed a decline in my liking/reading/commenting i.e engagement with you all lately. It’s honestly not and never was a personal…

heart & soul spill – art

Gone are the days when art conveyed a crisp image of the perfect stick figure, with straight lines and a plump, round head. Now every cloud, every scrap of discarded paper and pencils too short to use are all masterpieces to eyes tired of a bleak image, that the world radiates, facilitated by greed and…

Mourn Me Not

The sun,–the bright sun, that brings back, not light alone, but new life, and hope, and freshness to man–burst upon the crowded city in clear and radiant glory. Through costly-coloured glass and paper-mended window, through cathedral dome and rotten crevice, it shed its equal ray.”― Charles Dickens, Oliver Twist On misty days and grief drenched mornings,When sight…

March 4, 1995.  Friendship is special.

Greg was having a terrible day, in which everything was going wrong. His friends rudely woke him up in the middle of the night; he went into a rage in front of his friends and ran outside.  Read part 1 here. I had a terrible day today.  Well, technically the terrible day was yesterday now, since it…

March 3, 1995. Throwing the box.

Hello!  My name is Greg Dennison, and I write the blog Don’t Let The Days Go By.  It is an episodic continuing story set in the 1990s in the western United States, about a university student (also named Greg) making his way in life.  This episode takes place in the middle of freshman year, when…

Where The Lost Thoughts Go

(This is a story (edited version) I wrote for Diamond’s Photostory contest. It was very much an impulsive write and I apologise in advance if it appears nonsensical). I saw him from a distance. It was a mere glimpse, but I registered so much of his face in that tiny fraction of a second. He…

Quiddity

“It isn’t by getting out of the world that we become enlightened, but by getting into the world…by getting so tuned in that we can ride the waves of our existence and never get tossed because we become the waves.”― Ken Kesey, Kesey’s Garage Sale Through a seam in the fabric of existenceDoes the day’s soul leak…

Rise of Religion

In a world where progress is constantly being redefined, morality and ethics questioned; there is one aspect of the human experience that has remained firmly rooted to man’s conscience, occasionally swaying but never faltering – religion. I have developed a general appreciation for the numerous religions people practice worldwide and have grown rather interested in…

The Guardian of the Curve

“Be the reason someone smiles. Be the reason someone feels loved and believes in the goodness in people.”― Roy T. Bennett, The Light in the Heart It stands off to a side such that it’s visible from both ends of the endless road. I pass by it at 8:45 am or so but the atmosphere it exudes…

This Brown Skin

I see the way you look at me, With pity in your eyes, I see the hatred in your gaze- But this brown skin, it’s a prize. I feel the disgust you throw my way, It’s really hard to miss… But this brown skin, it is evidence-Of the Sun’s loving kiss. I will still go…

Free

“I’m done.” Her house keys landed on the entryway dresser for the final time. She noted how the jingle made its usual ‘welcome home’ sound… Yet she was running in the other direction. “I’m finished.” He pulled up in his tattered red station wagon, the homiest sight that could have welcomed her. The screen door…

Dear Mr. Pink Monk,

Hello everyone! Mr. Pink Monk here, from a room drenched in the day’s first rays, to share with you all a wonderfully pleasant surprise I had today – a letter! An actual handwritten letter from none other than my new friend – Waffle Pecan! He’s also a part of Build A Bears Furever, the best…

“What dreams do you dream?” ft. Huckleberry

“Until one has loved an animal, a part of one’s soul remains unawakened.”― Anatole France ( D here! This is a Q&A with a very special guest hosted by yet another new face, someone I absolutely love and trust! Kudos to Evin for suggesting this idea! Today, my pet dog, Willy is going to be interviewing…

A Thank You Letter to My Body

Just a few days ago, I came over a heartfelt letter Shelly @ Growing with Spawn wrote to her body, after being inspired by the one Ang @ Lose Weight With Ang penned. It seemed like a lovely idea and I do believe it’s random acts of thoughtfulness like these that do leave a generous…

Let it flow, let it bloom // Introducing Thoughts Gallery!

“It is amazing how complete is the delusion that beauty is goodness.”― Leo Tolstoy, The Kreutzer Sonata Let it flow, Let it bloom In glory of nocturnal hopes,We set down in hearts of stone;Memories of promised dreams,And arm ourselvesWith our voicesTo cure decades of injustice. As we let goOf whispers from the past,We make room for words…

Back to School

“how sad and bad and mad it was – but then, how it was sweet”― Robert Browning March 1, 2021 It’s a little past 10 in the evening, when my phone’s notification tone sends a ripple of anticipation through my heart and soul. Well aware of what it’s for, I check just to be made convinced…

Peer Pressure

Thank you so much for tagging me, asic! She has a wonderfully diverse blog where she talks about her current obsessions, interests, favourites and more. Check it out here! (I was tagged for this tag in the beginning of February. Sorry, asic!) Rules ➼Link back to the creator {Random Thoughts of My Fandoms}➼Provide a link…

In Burgundy

“Fantasy is hardly an escape from reality. It’s a way of understanding it.”― Lloyd Alexander Under a temporal roof, doesThis tale take place.When they refused to standFor fear of falling,In Burgundy, we chased the stars. Forgotten thoughts left to oscillateBetween realms unknown, were all we were.As daisies* witheredUnder stares of scrutiny,In Burgundy we blossomed. Victims of…

The Pen’s Lament

Words make you think. Music makes you feel. A song makes you feel a thought.― Yip Harburg With every word I pen down, I see how your innate melody distorts them to fall in line with the tune you were born with. In all its splendour and glory, I see your music seeping into the hearts…

The Cost Of Material Beauty

Disclaimer: This post which is about makeup, is solely intended to raise awareness and not to accuse or incriminate those who do use it. I have no experience in the cosmetic industry. The content of this article is compiled from a variety of authentic sources which I will mention at the end/middle for your reference….

Loss of Value

“If I look at the mass I will never act.”― Mother Teresa for the child who condemned themselves to a life of originality and placing value in the truest of entities, you have my deepest respects I wish I could say the same for the peers I grew up with. While few got lost in chronicling…

A Porcelain Story

Take a seat and watchAs the rich, burgundy curtains are drawn. On the dais is seatedAn ivory, porcelain cup. As the light dims and time warps,The past comes by, to whisk you along. * * * * “She was a lonely porcelain,On a faraway shelf, did she spend her youth. Love at first sight is…

Me and Music

I was tagged for this incredible tag created by Sophie @ Me and Ink by Kaelyn @ Kaelyn’s Life. Thank you so much, Kaelyn! Rules: (1) Link back to original (Sophie @ Me and Ink) so she can see your answers and listen to the tunes.(2) For every prompt you choose to do, name 1-5 songs (you can…

Spectators

“The subtle and deadly change of heart that might occur in you would be involved with the realization that a civilization is not destroyed by wicked people; it is not necessary that people be wicked but only that they be spineless.”― James Baldwin, The Fire Next Time It’s a little past 8 and the night is dark…

The Puppet Heart

Darkness cannot drive out darkness: only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate: only love can do that.― Martin Luther King Jr., A Testament of Hope: The Essential Writings and Speeches He found her on the roadside, many thoughts ago. Like a flower frozen in spring was she, with blond ringlets and stark blue eyes….

A Study in Hand Lettering

The Best View Some people tend to categorise this as faux (meaning fake) calligraphy because calligraphy effects are added manually rather than from using tools. But this is actually more hand lettering than calligraphy. According to Lettering Daily, “Hand lettering focuses on drawing and illustrating the letters. Calligraphy, on the other hand, is the art…

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