morbidly beautiful

nothing, seems to kill this daunting urge to pick up a 12-inch knife and cut this perfectly made cake full of blemish underneath the icing. i am the cake, and the icing is just a metaphor for clothes. 

i have remained the same since the last time i got active in here. iF you like me or think im cool, i love you, but ik damn well you dont want someone like me, i cant even handle myself, nor my parents, let alone you ://

i love how philosophy and islam go so well together, makes me more stoic against every harm landed on me by life.

wanna know something? our existence was forced because God knows whats good for us, i believe in that, yet "life" has nothing to do with living. Life is the reflection of our existence, its not "made" to be lived, but instead to be "experienced".