Hippie: “What does this term ‘Hippie’ even mean? I hate that word and everything that it stands for. Hippie- like i am the square among the rounds.” Wind: “So you dont like dressing up like a hobo and completely detest complying to the norms of capitalists and the rule-makers? And do you also dislike losing … Continue reading The Hippie Invasion
There once was this damsel, not quite in distress but grumpy nonetheless. Reaping the harvests of man’s illusions and learnings. She was not a person i’d say, but a colorful manifestation, a spirit if you will, of our everyday hopes and dilemmas. She was made up of fibers from the fabrics of nihilistic struggle, deeper … Continue reading Timeless Reaper In Burgundy
Sky is not the limit. You are.
‘Who am i?’ Fuck Knows. Friends said, “compassionate heart with considerable virtuosity.”
Social Norms said, ” weak girl with a brittle ego, easy to smother yet highly coveted when behaving ‘appropriately’.”
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