I was about to fall asleep when out of nowhere, I remembered how much fun I had while reading Allie Brosh’s book Hyperbole and a Half. I felt like going back to reread it again and to see what the author has been up to all this time. I wasn’t expecting to find anything new since Allie didn’t post anything on her blog for ages and also disappeared off the face of the internet for years, but I still hoped to find something new. …
Websites are great because you don’t have to rely on a device storage space in order for you to access them. All you need is an internet connection. Here’s a list that I’ve compiled (again because the previous one got deleted) of useful websites that I’ve been using and some of them I recently got to know about. Bookmark this article for future reference and with that aside, Let’s get the list rolling!
Scans the font name from an image. It might probably show you the fonts you’d have to pay to use however if you want to use them…
Regrets collecting like moths inside my throat, choking up the windpipe until the acrid taste of soot and caress of their wings become a thing of habit. Feed them less and they start fluttering wildly until I can focus on nothing but the beat of their wings scratching against the trachea trying to bubble out, leaving behind shame at my terrible lack of will to just release them instead of infusing their hunger.
It’s better to stay quiet like this than to open my mouth and risk contaminating others. …
My work is boring, it’s generic and I’m not putting my heart into it. I write raw and then I delete it. That is my curse. I feel like an attention seeker because whenever I asked my friends to read a part of my story, they would act like it’s a chore which if I think about from their point of view, is kind of true. Why would anyone be interested in reading what I have to say unless I’ve written something that I feel like everyone needs to read?
Another day starts, another day for so many opportunities that…
The ground was trembling as she ran, the wolves were closing in.
“I cannot outrun them!” she thought in frustration.
She was starting to lose all hope as every chance of survival looked bleak when suddenly she spots a yellow light in pitch black of the night.
She stops dead in her tracks to take it all in. She breathes in the fresh air that smells like pine realizing that even though these wolves are a part of the pack and she is just a lone wolf who is badly outnumbered, but she’d rather die then be remembered as someone…
Ideas starts to rattle inside your head that you feel like it will detonate unless you do something about it or pen them down somewhere. You want to breakdance idiotically, run into the night and see how the city looks like when everything is remote and calm and everyone has temporarily died down.
Maybe you read something that makes you feel like it was written just for you, or you discover music and art that either leaves you in silence to witness its beauty or gives you the feeling that you were meant to come across this certain piece.
It’s sometimes strange to think that words don’t cost you a dime- they’re all here waiting for you to just pick them up, waiting to change lives. Even after being completely free — People still choose the cheap ones that hurt the other person, or even break them in the long run.
Imagine a world where words would become copyrighted. Would you still use the cheap ones? Or make the expensive choice to let the other person feel good about their own self?
You don’t have any choice but to move forward. Embrace the albela raahi that you’re destined to be. Love. Feel. Listen. Speak. Evolve. Rediscover yourself. Build yourself. Feel the moment. That’s what life is about. You give to the world, Leave your mark.
I knew that I’m not focusing right on my studies. I was wasting time. Degrading myself in front of everyone else. But most importantly, I was losing myself to this inner turmoil caused by my own self. Calling out to random people for help. I was not even fulfilling my day to day goals. What am I supposed to be doing with my life? I was turning out to be a joke for other people to laugh at. I feel like a masked person. Hiding behind this mask throwing out constant random jokes just for the sake of entertaining people.
The sad thing is they’re not even that funny anymore.
I was seized by this constant fear of rejection. I need to overcome this fear of rejection.