Kafka, Chekhov and guns.

Kafka, Chekhov and guns He kept the book on a dusty table, and looked up. The sun was on top of his head now, almost…

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The thin line.

There is a very thin line between being the best versions and losing all will. Between positive and negative criticism. You see, life [..]

Inside my head.

What do I think about? Is it love or my family? Or is it a wonder trip and all-nighters? I think of rainbow unicorns, with…

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The war has ended.

"Everybody knows that the war is over. Everybody knows that the good guys lost." - Sigrid Day one. She felt the walls around her collapse,…

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The one with women.

The number in the first two statistics are true and have been taken from here and here. This is here to spread awareness, and not…

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