//If distance is the road full of lava and he is a rare wildflower at the end of the road, I’m ready to walk the road to be with him.// Advertisements


//Of all the humans I have in my life, the one who helps me breathe normally is far away.//

I lived a dream.

to be Honest, I always wanted to experience Something Just Like This.

Human Journal

My journal is my life. Every page of the journal I fill with color or ink describes me, my life, my messed up head. Every pattern or every sketch drawn in that journal portray my experiences throughout. It is that one thing apart from a novel that I carry with me always, with a black…

A losthead with an alpha

Long, skinny losthead wakes up, rubs his eyes, freshens up, wears his beanie, puts on his frames, picks up his alpha and now he is ready to roll the city. Verbally silent, while his head is working its way through… creating extraordinary out of the ordinary with the help of his Alpha. “I am not…

Rhetorical. Okay?

Hows, whys and whens with which my mind troubles me late at night.

Feed your soul.

Originally posted on voicesinsidethehead:
So tonight, I just got down to write down my heart out. So for the most part of my life, I’ve always been a normal person like all who’d surely like to spend his days chilling at home. And then over time with all of the good and the bad things…