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My entire womanhood, trapped somewhere in between my legs,
Screams in protest,
Loud enough for them to hear,
As I whisper,

"NO."

23/04/2025

I said what I said.

17/03/2025

Because the right person at the wrong time is still the wrong person. :")

04/03/2025

No one mourns the living.

28/02/2025

To those who don't know how to let go.....

27/02/2025

To anyone feeling this right now, sending you the tightest of hugs and tons of love.

We will get through this together, I promise! ❤️‍🩹

20/02/2025

You Left, And I Had To Pretend It Didn’t Kill Me

You held me like I was temporary.
Like I was a place to rest, not a home to stay in.
Like you already knew—
you would leave, and I would love you anyway.
And I did.
God, I did.
I memorized your laughter like scripture,
traced your name on my skin
as if writing it enough times
would make you stay.
I built my world around you—
but you?
You only visited.
And then, one day,
you left like you were never here.
No warning, no last kiss,
not even a lie to hold onto.
Just silence—
the kind that drowns you,
the kind that turns your own name into an echo
that no one answers.
I had to wake up the next morning
and act like I wasn’t bleeding.
Had to smile at strangers,
had to laugh at jokes,
had to live—
while you walked away untouched,
unbothered,
untouched by the wreckage you left behind.
Tell me, was it easy?
To be my almost, while I made you my always?
To slip away while I stood there,
still hoping you’d turn around?
Or did you know?
Did you always know—
that you would break me,
and that I would let you?
**Tag the one that walked away.**

18/02/2025

Everything goes to hell. :)

30/12/2024

Dear 2024,

I love you and I hate you just the same.

20/11/2024

When I decided to take to the streets on August 14th, 2024, I knew exactly what I was leaving behind. I knew my life would never be the same again. I remember the night before, having a heated argument with two of my male friends. They insisted that stepping out for a single day wouldn’t change anything in this city, that no matter what we did, everything would stay the same. But I held on to hope for a better world and dismissed their opinions. I went out alone. Yes, alone. I chose to stand by myself, intentionally distancing myself from any group, refusing to be influenced by anyone.

Let me make it clear: I’m not apolitical. I have my own political beliefs, and anyone who knows me knows that. But in that moment, I wasn’t about aligning with a group or a cause for the sake of it. I was driven by something deeper. Over the past three months, I’ve met countless people. Some have become my closest friends, while others have sparked a hatred in me that I never knew I was capable of. But regardless of how I feel about them, I’ve learned more than words can describe. And through it all, I know I’m no longer the same person.

This movement has changed everything. Every aspect of my life has been reshaped.

I’ve always been the type of person who would only go outside once every couple of months, complaining about the noise, the pollution, the people, the chaos. Yet, that same woman has now spent two months on the streets, sleeping there without a single complaint. A woman whose world once revolved around her room, her books, her journals, her parents, and her cat—now finds it hard to recall the last time she sat down to talk to her family or played with her cat.

While I was out on the streets every night—screaming, crying, begging, protesting for a safer city—my family carried on with their lives, my friends partied and celebrated. And no, I’m not complaining. This is when I realized something important: not everyone will stand up against injustice. Did I know this before? Yes, I did. Did I stop interacting with them? No, I didn’t. But after this movement, after being so deeply immersed in it, I can’t bring myself to call them friends anymore. I won’t attend another family gathering. This movement has changed me—it has made me angry. In fact, it has made me furious. Furious with everyone, with everything.

Now, as people dismiss this movement as pointless because, supposedly, nothing has changed, I just want to say: wait. Wait a few months. Watch as those of us who were out in the streets, who were fighting for justice, start to speak out against you. Watch as the people who dared to leave their comfort zones begin to hold you accountable.

Oh, just you wait!

13/11/2024

My favourite season is the FALL of PATRIARCHY! :)

27/09/2024

Today is the 50th day of not finding any justice.

Don’t forget and don’t let anyone forget! To help us continue this fight with brushes and paints against the state machinery, it’s imperative for us to be financially equipped. We are collecting crowd funds, whatever bit is possible. Despite knowing my reach is messed up, I would still request anyone who comes across this to amplify this and make any contribution that you would want to make.

Help us stand united against the system.

Help us keep our spine strong.

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