Falling to peices

Cause love doesn't hurt so i know I'm not falling in love, I'm just falling to pieces  

Fairy Tale Undone

We all grow up listening to fairy-tales. With their, twisted fates, evil stepmothers, dark curses and impossible dreams turning into sparkly dresses, charming princes, fairy-godmothers and the true love's kiss to fix everything in the end. These simple stories bring us impossible hope. And hopeless little girls grow up dreaming of perfect happy endings. 

But I wonder if Happy-Endings do exist or if fairy-tales are just sad lies?

Valentine's Day Playlist

Okay, so its Valentine's Day and I'm single so I'm totally gonna sit all day, watch Rom-coms and listen to my cheesy V-Day love playlist. I started wondering if you guys would like to have a look at my playlist too. So here are my top 10 favorite love songs along with the cover arts I designed just for fun. Here you go.

Chasing Perfection

Well, these days, I have been surrounded by people who have this certain need to be liked by everyone. They change their hair, they pierce their skin, they go on special diets and laugh on jokes they don't even understand. I don't get why people do this. Why they have this certain need of feeling so accepted by others that they are willing to loose themselves and give up who they are.

A Little Bit

There's still a little bit of your song in my ear, there's still a little bit of your words I long to hear.

Being in Love: Saving Grace

She was sitting in front of me. A girl with dark shadows under her eyes and cheeks sunken beyond normalcy. She looked as if she’d die the next day from starvation. She was continuously fidgeting. A typical Heroin addict. She was dressed like any other teenager in jeans and an over sized pullover, but the small band around her wrist, bearing her name and room number, marked her as a patient at the Rehabilitation Centre. 

Being in Love: The Canary

Hi. My name is Zachary Tomlinson but people like to call me Zach. I am twenty four years old and working as a lawyer in a law firm, Berkshire, UK but I’m originally from Chicago, US. When I was seventeen, I met my first love, Natalie and I let her go. And that is, by far my biggest regret in life. 

 

It was the summer after I graduated from high school when I met Natalie in the city park. I still remember the time when I saw her. She was sitting on the bench in a canary yellow summer dress reading ‘The Notebook’. Her hair was of a beautiful gold color and her eyes were warm brown.  Something about her reminded me of the canaries my mother and I had watched when we had gone bird watching this one time. They were my favourite and I always used to love those beautiful little birds. Something about them was always so innocent and sweet. So I decided to go over and talk to her.

Being in Love: Friends, Benefits and Broken Hearts

I am going to start with how I am feeling right now, this moment as I type this out, I feel so confused. I feel like I might be falling in love, but I am scared. I don’t know if I should let myself. I have always kept my walls up just so I don’t have to go through a broken heart. 

I met Adam when I was in 8th grade. I had never thought of Adam as anything else but a friend. Never in my life did I think he would be the one I would fall for. I had met Nicole in 8^th grade too. She was never my “best friend” but she was my best friend’s close friend. I guess she was what people today call “Ratchet”. Completely the opposite of me. I didn’t exactly like her but she never gave me a reason to hate her. Until.....

Being in Love: Coffee Stains

So here it is, the first installment of Being in Love. I hope you like it and thanks for sending me all your entries.

I  had found my best friend, talking about me behind my back. I was upset, hurt and disgusted. All I could do to cheer myself up was a retail therapy. I was walking down the 5^th avenue and my phone started ringing, it was James’s tune. James was my boyfriend.  I wanted to take his call but juggling between my tons of shopping bags while trying to take out my phone, out of my hand bag was not the easiest task to accomplish. I was struggling a bit when some random stranger bumped into me spilling his coffee on both of us. I cursed loudly as the coffee stain grew bigger and bigger on my chiffon dress which James had given to me. I looked up at the man standing in front of me. God he looked furious. Eventually we got into this ridiculous argument about who walked into whom. That man just wasn’t ready to accept that spilling the coffee was his fault. I wasn’t the one texting on a blackberry and trying to sip the coffee at the same time while walking down a very busy avenue. I started yelling at him for ruining my dress. I blamed him. He blamed me. We both walked away with our faces flushed red with anger.

Remembering Him

Remembering him comes in flashback and echos, I tell myself its time now, gotta let go

Dear John

Blogger's Note: I'm really sorry for the delay but I was really busy in the past two months so I couldn't write at all. I'll try to get regular and post more often. I'm sorry for also not replying to all your e-mails. My inbox is practically flooded with them. I'll try and reply soon but it's gonna take some time.

Disclaimer: This letter is an extract from the collection of letters I never sent. I know writing letters in twenty-first century seems stupid but this is one thing which I take comfort in. I usually write my feeling or things that I want to say but I don't in letters and keep them in a box, under my bed. I am posting this letter because it means a lot to me. The name of the recipient in the following letter has been changed to John.

This Girl, That Guy

If this stuff is new to you please read that guy and this girl.
Make sure to check out the unofficial trailer as well at- Still So Weird: This Girl, That Guy

I do not believe in the idea of soul mates and love at first sight but  I do believe that a very few times in your life, if your're lucky enough, you might meet someone who is perfect for you. Not because you are perfect or he is but because somehow you both along with your flaws make perfect sense together.

If he was a guns and roses heartbreak song then she was a Carrie Underwood love song. He built walls around himself and she cared enough to shatter them. He felt deeply for her but she was always afraid to confront what she felt. I never knew that there were so many kinds of loves, or that love could make people do so many different things. This is their story.  A love like no other............

Turn This Around

Give a little time to me,
We'll burn this out.
We'll play hide and seek
to turn this around

Cigarettes and Chocolates

Ever wondered what's the difference between the wrong people and the right people, you end up falling for? The people you get addicted to and the people you get attached to? The people you want and the people you need? Well, its exactly same as the difference between cigarettes and chocolates. An addiction that you cant abandon and a love you just cant let go off. 

This Girl

 She's beautiful in her simple little ways. She's ordinary but she always makes you feel special. She's not a supermodel but she's got those big pretty eyes and that smile to fall in love with. You can say you're okay without her as much as you want, but admit it, you'll miss her the minute shes gone. She messes up, makes mistake and  always manages to stick with trouble but something about her always pulls you towards her. Like gravity. You'll never know why she made you feel so good and then hurt so bad. 

One Last Time

I know, it's the Valentine's day and I shouldn't be posting stuff like this but who cares?
You don't know when its the last time you're seeing someone. You don't know when its the last time you're seeing them smile or hearing their voice. You don't know when its the last time you're looking into their eyes and considering yourself lucky to be a part of their life. But when they are gone? That is all you can think about. 

As I've mentioned before, life is very unexpected and it surprises you all the time and today I watched it happen to me. I saw life turn in a way which made me rethink every possibility.

Sour Candy Endings

Have you ever tried sour candies? Yeah, I'm talking about those colorful sweet and sour candies you get in the supermarket. They are those sweet sugary candies which abruptly end with a sudden punch of sourness. Its funny that I compare them with the way how some specific things end in our lives. Like you're enjoying the sweetness of something and suddenly the sourness hits. You have no explanations or answers. Just questions and a thought that you were almost there.

Memories of Glass

A few days ago, I used to wish that there was a thing called "brain transplantation" through which I could erase some specific memories. Not that I hated those memories but it was just hurting way too much to remember how perfect something used to be before it got ruined. You cant count me in the people who say stuff like- "Don't be sad that it ended, be happy that it happened". Its serious shit and trust me, I'm not much of a positive thinker. I don't think that looking at a messed up thing and being happy because it was beautiful before can practically be done. Its stupid and impossible.

Strings Attached

Goodbyes can just fuck off because I hate them. They are like a flyleaf of a novel with a sad beautiful tragic ending. The last empty page which keeps reminding me that there is nothing more. Its where  I wish the story would've ended differently or maybe gone on forever. Or maybe the book could have a sequel  .But sadly goodbyes are forever.They're like synonyms to the word "The  End". I can say goodbye to people and things but never to the memories they leave me with. To the little things I want to relive everyday without knowing that its all gonna end someday. Maybe that's why I hate goodbyes.

Sweet Time Erasing You

In dreams, I meet you in warm conversations, we both wake in lonely beds, different cities. And time is taking its sweet time erasing you