She was trapped up in her tower, She tried to escape but her doubts made it impossible the chains that held her back were her own words She was her own enemy.
Author: beingmaarthaa
OH MY!!
Okay, okay. So I know I haven't been posting as often as I should be. I've been really busy these past few weeks. If you have been following my blog posts, a lot is going on. Graduation is just around the corner and I've had issues with deciding my future. Well, not anymore. I may… Continue reading OH MY!!
#TBT
Okay, so I've been kind of busy and I haven't even had time to think about blogging. Terrible Right? It's a good thing that I'm taking this blogging course to keep me on track. After five whole minutes of thinking about what I could write about today, I decided to use the famous Instagram trend… Continue reading #TBT
4 Walls
It's another rainy day in Vancouver. I don't mind the rain. You either go outside and continue on with your life or you stay confined by four walls. I'm alone in here, listening to some Boyce Avenue while I organize my room and get rid of things I no longer need. I decided to take… Continue reading 4 Walls
Hopeful Hearts
How did we not know? How did we not see? That two strangers walking through different paths, under the moon-lit skies would meet in the middle, staring at the same peculiar statute. and in that moment would be entranced by the chimes from that gentle breeze and the twinkling lights from the stars and their… Continue reading Hopeful Hearts
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