You say, βSit like a girlβ Why not just say sit, instead? You say, βThe way you walk is a little masculineβ But I am sorry, I donβt seem to remember when did I ask YOU to define my femininity? Wear that little black dress, it makes you look pretty. What if I donβt want... Continue Reading →
I am a Writer
I am a writer, you know. My job is to write. I will antagonize you or make you my hero as per my will. My stories are not always circumstantial. I create things. I exaggerate the beauty of what I love. I act ignorantly if I want to hide something. You'll only see things that... Continue Reading →