Rant 05: Petrichor 

I walked through a rain today, dear reader. 

Why do people feel the need to validate your every action anyway? Aren’t we already phasing out the era of community and “evolving” into becoming individualistic society anyway? What are you really scared about? The cold? The splash? Or the true freedom in letting yourself go? [The side glances of people for walking in the rain is unbearable, somehow.]

While living in this world, almost everyone is in debt to the eyes of the beholder. Your beauty is measured by the perceived reflections of the one looking at you. You responsibility/ hard work is recognized by those around you. Your values are determined by the things that you do and you accomplish. After all, everything is governed by external validation you acquire from the rest.

That’s why even if you adore the smell of a fresh rain in June, it is unlikely for you to walk through the rain. Chasing the validation of others for every inch of a stride is exhausting in reality. But then, where else would you find a joy of skipping a drizzle from one step to another?!

In any case, your worth [your true worth] shan’t be find underneath the will of your observant. Whatever you’re worth for, you find it within the walks of the rain. Within the walks of life in freedom. And life is a journey for more than that. Let go. Breath. And enjoy the petrichor while you’re at it.

Rants of the Absurdist

Imperfect Guests

I welcomed imperfect guests
To my perfect universe
A realm of my own
Which I crafted
From a scratch.
I gave my approval
Of good, no, perfection
Earlier than it ought
Have been given.
And for that,
I welcomed-invited,
Imperfect company in
Accredited form of enthusiasm.

And now-
My perfect universe is bent.
My smile, crooked.
My solemn, disrupted.
My trust, defiled.
My angst, mocked.
And my remorse, failing.
For I cannot blame anyone
Absolutely no one!
For breaking and entering
The universe of mine.
None has entered
With force.
Nor was found
Without invitation.
It was I, only I,
Who inspected the list
Of the guests I wished
To have by my side.

Haven’t grown a fondness
Of any guest
I have embraced, so far.
Yet, and yet!
I haven’t thought of
A way to bid them adieu
Nor to embrace
Their quirks I so much
Detest and loath.

I wish not to bestow
The fault
On any of them, anyhow.
I, entirely, blame and
Censure, my hastened,
Uncalculated and rushed judgment
For the calibration
Of my perfect, now
Crooked universe.
Because I invited and
Welcomed imperfect guests
In my own hands.

And for that very reason,
I shall abandon,
The universe I once enjoyed,
The universe I created,
Polished and perfected,
For a whole different new one!

Scars into Stars [Final Confession]

𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜. 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚒𝚗 𝚟𝚊𝚒𝚗. 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚊 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚗 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚗 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚍𝚊𝚢. 𝙼𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚎 𝚊 𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚔 𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝. 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚗, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜. 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚎𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚍𝚟𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎!

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛(𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚎) 𝚒𝚜, 𝚒𝚝’𝚜 𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚜. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝙸 𝚠𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎. 𝙸 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚜𝚊𝚢 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚏𝚊𝚜𝚝, 𝚆𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝟷𝟸𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚑𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚎𝚝𝚌. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚎, 𝚒𝚝 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝙸 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝟸𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚋𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚎 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛. 𝙴𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚒𝚗 𝚜𝚊𝚢𝚜 “𝚃𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚏𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞’𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚞𝚗”. 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎.

𝙰𝚗𝚢𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜, 𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚜. 𝙸𝚝 𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚋𝚒𝚝 𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚜𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚊𝚗. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚝𝚑 𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚠𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚏𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚊𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚜𝚘, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝙸 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚘 𝚜𝚘. 𝚂𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢’𝚛𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚊𝚍. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝙸 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢! 𝙽𝚘𝚝 𝚊 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚎. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝚍𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚜? 𝙳𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚞𝚙! 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚊 𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚗𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚎 𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚒𝚝. 𝙸 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚜𝚊𝚢 𝙸’𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚎𝚝. 𝙱𝚞𝚝, 𝚒𝚗 𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎, 𝙸 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝙸’𝚕𝚕 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚢!

𝙰𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚞!

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ᴄᴏɴꜰᴇꜱꜱɪᴏɴ #5

𝙸𝚝’𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎. 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚒𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚝 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎 𝚞𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝. 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝’𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚛 𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚕! 𝙸 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝’𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚘𝚛 𝚋𝚊𝚍. 𝙸𝚏 𝚠𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛, 𝚠𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚒𝚝 𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚝. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚏 𝚠𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚋𝚊𝚍, 𝚠𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚏𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚛𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚊 𝚖𝚒𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚛.

𝙱𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝙸 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝙸 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚝. 𝙿𝚒𝚎𝚌𝚎 𝚋𝚢 𝚙𝚒𝚎𝚌𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚜. 𝙴𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑, 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎 𝚊𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎. 𝙾𝚛 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕. 𝚂𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚏𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚕. 𝙸 𝚍𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝙸’𝚕𝚕 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚊 𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢.

𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝, 𝙸 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝙸 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍. 𝙸 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚊 𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎. 𝙽𝚎𝚠 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚗. 𝙽𝚎𝚠 𝚟𝚒𝚎𝚠𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝙸 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝’𝚜 𝚖𝚢 𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗!

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ᴄᴏɴꜰᴇꜱꜱɪᴏɴ #4

𝙾𝚞𝚛 𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚖 𝚘𝚏 𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚐𝚐𝚕𝚎𝚜, 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚌𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚎. 𝙱𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚜. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚗’𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚜 𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚛 𝚛𝚞𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚒𝚝. 𝙸𝚗 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚝, 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚝! 𝙸 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚛. 𝙷𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚒𝚝’𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚝𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝙰𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑, 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚕𝚎𝚏𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚗𝚞𝚖𝚋 𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚕𝚢𝚣𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞. 𝙹𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙 𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚐𝚐𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚜. 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝’𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎. 𝙻𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝, 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚏𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎! 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕. 𝚆𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞’𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚠, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚒𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞. 𝙸 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚜 𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑. 𝙻𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚝’𝚜 𝚞𝚗𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚛𝚞𝚕𝚎𝚜!😒

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ᴄᴏɴꜰᴇꜱꜱɪᴏɴ #3

𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚑! 𝙸 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛. 𝙸 𝚠𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚏 𝚒𝚝’𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚝, 𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚝 𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚑. 𝙾𝚛 𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚝, 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚠𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚘𝚗 𝚋𝚢 𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚕𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚍? 𝙸’𝚖 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖. 𝙸𝚗 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍, 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢. 𝙹𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔 𝚘𝚏 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚝. 𝙱𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚠𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚐𝚒𝚊 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚒𝚝, 𝚒𝚝’𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚢𝚎𝚝 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜. “𝚃𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚝,” 𝙶𝚎𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚎 𝚂𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚊 𝚠𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚎. 𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚜, 𝚠𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗’𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚝. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚠𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚝. 𝙼𝚊𝚢 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎’𝚜 𝚊 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚢 𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚊 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚠𝚘. 𝙽𝚘𝚝 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚋𝚊𝚐𝚐𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚒𝚕 𝚞𝚜 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚙𝚒𝚎𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚞𝚜 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚙𝚞𝚜𝚑 𝚝𝚘 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝙼𝚊𝚢 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚠𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚛𝚞𝚖 𝚘𝚏 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚟𝚜 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝙼𝚊𝚢 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚑!

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ᴄᴏɴꜰᴇꜱꜱɪᴏɴ #2

𝙴𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚒𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕. 𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚎 𝚊𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚝, 𝚠𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚢. 𝙰 𝚋𝚒𝚝 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚜. 𝙱𝚞𝚝, 𝚠𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚗’𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚏 𝚠𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚎 𝚙𝚑𝚢𝚜𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢. 𝙽𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚌𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚠𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍. 𝚆𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚗𝚎. 𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚒𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚗, 𝚠𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚌𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝙸 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝’𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚍𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚠𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚠𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚏𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗’𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚒𝚝. 𝙾𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚠𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎, 𝚠𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜. 𝚃𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚛𝚞𝚕𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚏𝚎𝚠 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚜. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗, 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚎𝚜. 𝚃𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚝’𝚜 𝚟𝚊𝚕𝚞𝚎 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚞𝚜. 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚎 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎. 𝙵𝚘𝚛 𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚢!

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Confession #1

𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚒𝚜𝚖’𝚜. 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚙𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚘𝚙𝚑𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜. 𝙵𝚘𝚛 𝚗𝚘𝚠,𝙸 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎. 𝙸𝚗 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎! 𝙱𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚗𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚘𝚠. 𝙰𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚜𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚝 𝚙𝚞𝚝𝚜 𝚒𝚝, 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚍𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚗𝚞𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍. 𝙽𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢’𝚛𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎, 𝚠𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚗’𝚝 𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚌𝚎𝚎𝚍. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢’𝚛𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚕. 𝙻𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚗. 𝙸𝚝’𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚋𝚢 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎. 𝚂𝚘, 𝚎𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚒𝚝 𝚘𝚛 𝚒𝚝 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚞𝚜!

𝙼𝚊𝚢 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚜 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚜. 𝙾𝚛 𝚖𝚊𝚢 𝚋𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚝. 𝙸𝚗 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎, 𝚠𝚎 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚖𝚖𝚞𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚖𝚜 𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚖𝚜 𝚠𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎. 𝚃𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚢 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚖𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖 𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚎 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚋𝚒𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖. 𝙱𝚞𝚝, 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚗. 𝚂𝚘 𝚝𝚛𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚘 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚒𝚝!

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