Look its very simple: You're nice to me, I'll be nice to you. You dare to be bad, I've got good reflex. Can go to bad bitch mode in no time.
But then a part of me wants to go ahead and move on, make mistakes, learn things, know how this world works..
I know that feeling when your heart repels your body, not new for me.
People who know that they are wrong and still don't feel sorry are those who never learn.
I feel love is like a cigarette –you know it is not good for you but by the time you realize, you are so addicted to it that you can't leave it.
That gap between half sleep and half awakening has always been occupied by nostalgia.
Oblivion is the place where all my best thoughts reside or I must say hide.
A writer's job is done once the lines touch reader's forbidden chords.
