It's not everyday you get a chance to show off your artistic endeavours in this community, so I'm surely not gonna let it pass. When I saw the questions for this week, my eyes immediately latched onto

Like a white silk dress with a stain of black tea, I have always felt tainted. Edges of torned out pages as skin and a heart made of muddy soil, I knew I would never be something that was made of the purest

(Created by me, of course! Who else paints this poorly?!) I'm generally a person who shies away from calling myself an artist. For one, I don't think I have the proper skills to paint or draw anything

"All that begins shall end. I am the harbinger of that end." —Magatsuhi, Valkyrie Crusade. You know what they say, if you are gonna have cake, you should try to aim for the biggest piece! Well,

Dear egg, (@sarashew) Happy Birthday. I'm almost a month late in saying this, but I know you wouldn't mind much. We've both passed the level where tiny things like this even matter, where holding a sense

Since the very beginning, all you’ve ever felt you were good at was being worthless. Being absolutely of no use to anyone or anything, you’ve known from a very early age that being amount to something

What would I do with a million? The more important question would be, what could I do with a million?? It's an amount that sounds too big and too small simultaneously in different scenarios. For example,

I turn pretty childish when I have a fever. It's not something that is very common in my life, but this year seems to beg to differ, as it is now the third time I'm under it, dealing with the pain it brings.

With some sandwiches made out of turkey spam and a flask full of earl grey, her day begins. It's been a silent week. With the short days of December feeling long due to a lack of things to do, weekends

"It's not so easy for people to end their own lives. It's not like in the movies. There, they do it like nothing, no pain, and it's all over, they're dead. The reality is not like that. You lie in

With the fever finally withdrawing its ferocious grasp on me, I've been left feeling rather weak and....depressed. Now, it's not like I'm new at feeling like utter shit. I deal with it more than I'd like

The past week for me has been a whirlwind which has ended with me being seated in a hospital bed. No, I'm not sick. It's actually my mother. And like the nice little daughter that I am, I am here to take

I don't know if this is a weekend-esque post, but it is the weekend in our country, and I am spending mine in utmost devastation, so I thought, 'why not share a bit? See where it goes?' Thus, here I am...

If I had a chance to live again, I'd undoubtedly ask to be born as a lowly farmer's son in Europe during the renaissance. With hair full of dirt and eyes full of dreams, perhaps helping poor dear father

This is undoubtedly a long-awaited post. The constant push and pull I did with myself to write up this little thing had been going on for more than a week now. It's not like I was hesitant to write. It

The plan was sudden. A thoughtless decision that took shape in the span of six days, and suddenly, I was no longer sitting in my bedroom looking at pictures of nice beautiful places, and instead I was

It's been a while since I've been this happy. The feeling of a weight being lifted from your heart, it's something that has happened to me very rarely. Frankly, I don't even remember the last time I've

I'm someone who has rarely been on the receiving end of selfless acts of kindness. Humans, by nature, are selfish beings. So the act of selflessness is something that is very rare for me, as I grew up

গ্রীষ্মের কাঁক-ফাটা রোদ্দুরে যখন তোমার বুকের ভেতর তেষ্টার ঘনঘটা আষাঢ়ের বৃষ্টির মতো করেই ডেকে উঠবে, সেই তেষ্টার পরিপূর্ণতার সন্ধানে তুমি যখন দিক-বিদিক মরিয়া হয়ে ঘুরবে, তোমার সেই সন্ধান-যাত্রার সহযাত্রী

As some of you know, I've started writing a journal, and frankly speaking, I've been having a lot of fun with it. There is just something about writing up idiotic things and sticking who knows what on