Where I Regret Doing The Right Thing
It was respite from the morning’s fight, a common occurrence in the horror story I lived in. It didn’t feel right.
It was respite from the morning’s fight, a common occurrence in the horror story I lived in. It didn’t feel right.
I do not fight territory battles over people because people are not property. The Jealousy Game, I won’t play. How do I deal with others who want to drag me in?
Do you remember that place? A time when every emotion was a Picasso painting. A place where every feeling was in HDR.
Dating app virgins who open with “This is my first time here”. The Indian man is already an unappetizing offering on a dating app. But a dating app virgin?
How scared we are on confusion, to even admit to being confused!
The wokebro is just a guy using the feminism fad for personal gain. I call bullshit.
We only remember the two extremes of love and war. But conflict and alliance are inseparable.The rules of engagement are very clear.
The past is technicolour and we are the prisms that make it so.
The 60s talked of free love. Millennials say fuck-buddies or if they want to be nice, friends-with-benefits. How do we navigate our many lovers?
No. It’s the scariest word in language. It drives people into frenzy. It sits deep inside the heart, every No we’ve heard.