She peered around at the glittering tables, marveling at the free-flowing alcohol and never-ending entertainment. This was the world, condensed. A world overfilled with calculated greed, habitual disa… more →
Viva la Vivivalavi wrote 2 years ago: She peered around at the glittering tables, marveling at the free-flowing alcohol and never-ending e … more →
vivalavi wrote 2 years ago: For him, rules always exist. In black, or white. Regarding this, or that. In now, or never. It can n … more →
vivalavi wrote 2 years ago: Silent. Awake. Breathless. The body writhed and was drenched in sweat. The mind still curdled with f … more →
vivalavi wrote 2 years ago: Know that this is only a dream – not a nightmare, love, but simply another dream – and … more →
vivalavi wrote 2 years ago: He was hunched, with his neck hanging low and his hands buried in his pocket. Instead of standing wi … more →
vivalavi wrote 2 years ago: Sometimes, her thoughts turned violent. Sometimes, she wanted to dig her nails into her discolored s … more →
vivalavi wrote 2 years ago: [In response to Ammani's prompt.] “She was born in 1940. The second of five children born to V … more →
vivalavi wrote 2 years ago: I’m looking around my room. It doesn’t look like I live here. Aside from my few books an … more →
vivalavi wrote 3 years ago: Amma wistfully asked me today if I could turn back time. I didn’t respond, but I wish I could, … more →
vivalavi wrote 3 years ago: In the girl’s bathrooms there are giant sheets of pretty paper posted on the walls to prevent graffi … more →
vivalavi wrote 3 years ago: You’re strict, biased, opinionated and fierce. You’re racist, with low tolerance for Mus … more →
vivalavi wrote 3 years ago: I mentioned FutureMe long ago. It is a website where you can write an e-mail to yourself and recieve … more →
vivalavi wrote 3 years ago: I remember passing by the flower wallahs in India, selling miles and miles of jasmine roped together … more →
vivalavi wrote 3 years ago: My mother’s hands always amaze me. They’re thick, small, with short, rounded nails and s … more →
vivalavi wrote 4 years ago: The depression that every so often creeps into my soul when I am not looking allows me to indulge in … more →
vivalavi wrote 2 years ago: Tagged again—I must reveal twenty “secrets.” I have an annoying habit of playing w … more →
vivalavi wrote 2 years ago: She peered around the house. This was not what she had been expecting. A dingy kitchen, torn floors … more →
vivalavi wrote 3 years ago: I went to the old park today during a cloudy sunset and walked around the lake. I felt a familiar pi … more →
vivalavi wrote 3 years ago: It is ironic that my tears finally flowed as I packed up my shoes. It blurred my vision as I packed … more →