Hi, I’m Hira and this is a city lit up by ink stains and words that drift on pages. Emblems of emotion structured on sheets of paper you can virtually read, this blog is a palace with memories that hang from the ceilings and walls with words carved in commotion.
If you’re new here then you can call my blog a literal existential crisis on a page. Because that’s exactly how it seems to me sometimes. While I’m aware this place isn’t abundant in posts about beauty products and make up, I find myself too busy in writing about the things I’m not so comfortable saying out loud.
I’m 18 years old, and there’s still a lot of growing and learning to do, so who knows what this blog will turn into in five years or so. As of now it’s just a display of ideas, thoughts and the things in life that seem small but hold so much inside.