tasnimrox

Anyone in the world is welcome to make temporary footprints on our barefaced hearts. They fill our heads with memories of rushed patience, coping with secrets taming emotions, tired fun aching smiles and clear confusion. They make us cry until a sea is nourished with our heavy, comforting tears that mask our eyes when we're hurting. Our emotions will never hide From anyone we call a 'friend'. They eventually go, their faces only lingering in our memories Their names are forgotten because they are gone and they left your heart to heal and their footprints to melt.

Teenage girl, time waster, daydreamer, artist, fashion lover, writer, beginning photography, idealist, romantic, close friend, daughter, sister, secret keeper, misunderstood, riot runner, once a rebel, always hopeful, almost an introvert, hater of lies, lover of liberty, led by the heart, fears being lonely, still fears the dark, curious of the future yet scared of the unknown, colour junkie, constant believer, just another ordinary.

Hey Future Love, I didn’t know how to start this letter Dear, or hello, couldn’t decide which sound better. I went for the informal because I’m not trying to impress Try to make it laid back so there’s no need to stress. I know I don’t know your name—but someday I hope We’ll meet on the street and no longer be alone. Sometimes I gaze up at the stars and imagine how it will be— Where will it happen? Will you just turn and look at me? Will we discover the meaning of “love at first sight?” Perhaps it will take one or two nights— Laying out under the stars and discovering the myste

Beware the grammar gangsters! The mafia of the literary underworld. They saunter into stanzas, Weapons concealed Under their trench coats Or in violin cases. They can make you talk, "With just a few well-placed speech marks," Leave you shouting! Where you should have whispered! And pulp your bold statements into quavering questions? They can, pepper, your, phrases with, commas, Or bring your piece to a dead. Full. Stop. They'll trap you (between brackets) As you - dash - to the exit. Then: punch a blunted colon Into the gut of your text Or worse; Force-feed you a poisonous semicolon, Then hack/slash your work to shreds. T