BRICOLEUR

Truth is we're all self conceited narcissists hidden behind layers of modesty and "no I'm not beautiful, what are you talking about" By comparison and "no, at least I don't look as bad as he/she does", we give ourselves status and reputation. I promise the imaginary problems we create for ourselves will disappear when we all figure out that we can't compare the beauty of a moonlit sky to that of a dawning sunrise-  Our biggest mistake. ~The Stories Untold Pt.4

We try finding ourselves in other people and when we see ourselves fade away, that's when the so called love disappears. Love is  kinda complicated right? It has the power to build us up and tear us down all at the same time. It brings you to your knees and brushes you against the fire of pain. Well now it doesn't sound too fun. But we want it anyway. When you're staring at yourself in the mirror with tears in your eyes begging yourself to just hold on and be strong, just because of "love". If this is love then what's the point? It gives you anxiety and makes you feel worthless and incompetent to a point where you become the air, the breeze and just a pebble in the ocean. Love hurts. A lot. And I wish I knew why because I feel torn apart from who I used to be and possibly who I've always wanted to be but I cant walk away. He makes me feel alive but dead. He makes me want to give up but hold on. He makes me see myself differently yet the same. And I lon...

I think there are often times when I find that I don't belong where I had been constantly forcing myself to be. Times when nobody seems to understand or relate to my thoughts and feelings. Us teenagers are 1 part human/understanding/feelings and 9 parts hypocrite. Its funny how people are always waiting to point out your mistakes and watch you fall but when you finally manage to do something right, its overlooked. We all struggle to keep up this image that everyone knows us as and then we say we build up our own walls. Well you know what? Those walls may look like your own but they were never built by you. They were built by the people around you. Take a closer look at them and you'll realise that those bricks are marked with their weaknesses and insecurities and everything they never wanted you to become. Well now it seems too late doesn't it. There are way too many walls and not enough bridges to get around. And we find ourselves stuck behind them with no one left...

As she switched off the last glowing light bulb making the room unbearably black, the dim glow from the crescent shaped moon poured in through the windows. Instinctively, she lit a candle and climbed upon the high risen desk to soak in the perfection that nights sky had created. A dark blue fading into a light purple with wispy clouds. It always fascinated her how things seemed so effortlessly beautiful. These were the nights- no homework or anything to do in particular. Just her, her wild imagination and thoughts she often drowned into. If only someone came along and told her that she alone could save herself from falling into her cracks. The sky didn't have much to offer. But she never complained. The smallest things caught her eye and the simplest things were cherished. Being attentive wasn’t her strongest point either...every other thing soon became a distraction. But don’t judge too soon. She wasn’t always this way. Years ago, an innocent girl existed, with everything she e...

A Short Story... You looked at me with those deep brown eyes for the seventh time that night...but it wasn't passion, it was more of a painful nervousness. My eyes asked you if everything was okay but you looked away. I searched for your legs from under the table but you had tucked them inside your chair. Communication wasn't really an option with our families around so I had no other choice other than sleeping on it until the next day. "Is it me?", I asked almost innocently. You gazed into my eyes for almost a minute before you bent down to kiss me. It felt like you were longing to hold me but something held you back. It was the first time that day that I noticed the tears in your eyes. Your hands were trembling. You wanted to say something but couldn't bring yourself to do so. "write it down.", I whispered softly. You shook your head. "Wanna walk?", you asked. We walked twenty minutes into the woods until you finally spoke up. "I...

Isn't it crazy how things can fall apart so fast? So fast that you hardly notice till everything's actually gone. And all that's left is you- and your empty thoughts. My life can't be described as a series of unfortunate events but everything has its ups and downs, right? Since the 5th grade, I lost my best friend one after the other every single year. Each year I'd make a new one and precisely the next year they'd move away. It continued on and on. Till 8th grade when I met this amazing girl. At first, I hesitated. I mean how many times can a person go through the same thing? once. twice. Maybe thrice. but a fourth time? It's not the most likely thing to happen. Before we knew it we were closer than anything. And even sooner than that. She left. It happened. Yet again. I lost the one person I'd been living off of. Thinking back, I'd say that we never seem to look forward. At what happens later. We're all so caught up in "now" that no...

So after re-reading the last 2 blog posts I realized I sound like a complete know it all? LOL. Who am I kidding? I might just be the most messed up person alive. And that's not even an exaggeration. This blog is something I created to stash my thoughts and ideas because it just seemed so much more useful than a journal -because writing to yourself may not be the most exciting thing after a while whereas writing to a number of people just keeps you guessing and somewhat curious about everyone else's opinion and whether or not people agree. So I've decided to write something more people can relate too. And having someone tell you that they can relate to something you've said is just the most satisfying feeling in THE WORLD. Know what I mean? Lately, I've been thinking to allot about the TYPICAL GIRL. I mean the ones we come across often and are thought of to be perfect. So what IS a typical girl? Well, I think its something society has just created and somethi...

          “Just one big idea. One big idea, and we can change the world." {This was when our blog was  anonymous} You know those days when you get into a c ompletely creative and excited mood to such an extent that you believe you could literally move mountains if you made an effort to? Yeah. That. Today's one of those days. Where I woke up like any other person would but got smacked in the face by a whole lot of inspiration in the middle of my day. So now that we've gotten that cleared out, I present to you the outcome of all that inspiration- BRICOLEUR. For those wondering 'what it means' and possibly 'why it sounds like a chronic disease' it's actually a French word that stands for someone who starts building something with no clear plan, adding bits here and there, cobbling together. which is the definition of this blog (literally). BRICOLEUR is about going with the flow and expressing yourself in all ways possible. Somet...