Month: June 2017


Your name drips off every corner of this paper. The words cannot move an inch without bumping into you. This poem is stained with you. -Rupali Jeganathan | The Girl Lost In The Bookstore   Follow me on Instagram and Tumblr.  


Somewhere, in another world. on the corner of a lonely street, the clock is forever stuck at 11.11, and two lovers sit on the sidewalk stealing all the stars from the sky and cramming them inside their pockets. Somewhere, in another world, we still live, … Continue reading Frozen.