A life & style blog written by Bash Harry, a 21 year old perfectionist with little to say but much to do. Let's talk beauty, fashion and intersectional feminism.



Thursday, 10 November 2016

OOTD | Stream of Dopamine

Bash Harry, Brunei UK Beauty, Fashion Life & Style Hijabi Blogger
Bash Harry, Brunei UK Beauty, Fashion Life & Style Hijabi Blogger
 H I T   M E   W I T H
T H A T   S T R E A M   O F   D O P A M I N E .

I want your sugar in my veins. Blood is too bitter for my body. A shot is all I need. When I inhale the smoke and seed, you are all I feel. I don't want to feel anything but this. As I float away, grasping at your ecstasy, I find you everywhere. Under your influence, I don't want to let this go.

Yet, I can't take this. Once my mind clears, I know. There is no clarity with you, just empty bliss. But once struck by your eyes, I'm hooked on your spell. I can only think of you. There is a wickedness to your smile, and I wipe it away. I need to ask;

Baby, can you take away my pain?

Tuesday, 8 November 2016

Five Things in October

I T   W A S   A   B U S Y   O C T O B E R .

Hence my lack of posts. But here I am nonetheless. Typing in between classes, pretending I'm doing actual work. Which I'm not. Instead, I am writing this because it is a week over due and I feel bad.

Here are my Five Things in October!

Friday, 4 November 2016


' h i d e   y o u r   f a c e
s o   t h e   w o r l d   w i l l   n e v e r
f i n d   y o u . '

No one knows her. No one sees her. A raven veil cloaked her being. Shrouded in mystery through the curtain of night. She strides in, nose high and back arched. Her smile small and bare. Unknown to the world without her crimson face. As she always intended.

She dips a thin paintbrush into blood, droplets fall to the floor. With flicks of her wrist, she carves her skin. The bristles scratching her cheeks but bares it nevertheless. Cuts deep, but the scars will fade. She notes when the rouge finally dries. Still, she stands. Better painted red like her lovers than black without gain.

She chose her mask. The false face she wears for the world. Without it, she is nothing.

This is why we wear masks. Without, what are we?

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