her mind, a constant warfare;
she is always torn between her good conscience and the devil’s whispers.
her tongue, the deadliest blade;
be careful of what you say, she speaks nothing but the truth and plays the lexicon game fluently.
her skin, the shining armour;
every scars she attain had turned into silvery shell, protecting her very being.
her face, dusted with ash and rust;
not very pretty, although you find yourself captivated by every lines, curves and flaws.
her life, the chaotic battlefield;
but you like it anyway.
// picture credit: @carolkuntjoro
so I did leave this blog empty for a while since I had no idea what to post and I had no confidence on showing my works in here at all…
I guess it’s time to properly introduce myself.
the name is Chella. I’m an eighteen years old Communication Science/Journalism student whose head is filled with endless imagination of mellifluous words and dulcet visuals.
…aaand that’s all you need to know. forgive me, I like keeping things a bit private. don’t fret though! you can DM me on my social medias and get to know me better personally—I don’t bite ( ´ ▽ ` )
lastly, enjoy your trip to my field of thoughts!❤️ (don’t be afraid to get lost—there’ll be a fox who will guide you to the way out.)