Morticia Morgendorffer

To date, it's been 1 year, 6 months and 5 days since I was in a relationship. Or I had someone I could turn to for good sex, cuddles and every sort of emotional need. He was good that way, my ex-boyfriend. No matter how fucked up and hormonally imbalanced he'd be, he'd counsel me, suck up to my tantrums and did everything he could. He did pretty well, considering he hadn't been in a relationship before. And then it all fell apart. Again . It's not that I've not been out on dates since then. I have, on several occasions. But there was never someone I could see myself being with. All of them were either too stupid, too smart, or just plain weird. And not the good kind of weird, the 'let's hang out at my place and Netflix something' weird. I mean, I'm always down for fun, but not that kinda fun when I don't even know your surname yet. I mean, keep it in your pants, Rajesh. But that's the tragedy. Boys in college are just boys. A

Hello, my beautiful, brave, anonymous audience. How are you guys holding up today? Better than yesterday, I hope. That's the dream anyway, amirite? I'd like to thank everyone who took the pain of browsing through a words-only blog with no pictures and no glamor. Or everyone who was pushed by me to check this site out (consider yourself lucky). Or everyone who was redirected here via my Instagram hoping you'd find something worthwhile. Thank you all. If you're still here and wondering who Morticia Morgendorffer is, I'd like to take this post and introduce you to her. Morticia appears and tells Srishti to fuck off. Like my skinny alter ego already told you, helloo, mon cher . This is Morticia. I am the beauty behind this baby. I was named after the famous gothic Mrs. Morticia Addams of the Addams family, for the reason that I am pretty dark-souled and love watching horror and gore more than anything else. Especially slasher flicks, savoring the scenes wit

03/08/2019 I woke up with a jolt, dazed and disoriented. Like, you know, that state of mind between sleep and wakefulness when you're still delusional and not in a condition to process things? I rubbed my eyes, made a big-ass yawn, and looked outside of my window. The view was majestic. The azure sky was tinted tangerine, and as I glanced up, I saw a caravan of pigeons serenading across the horizon. Whoa. Hold up. Is that a sunrise or a sunset? What time is it? And even as the curiosity engulfed me, I decided to not look at the time, but enjoy the view instead. All through our lives, we move. We meet new people, stay in touch with the old ones; sometimes lose contact with them, sometimes not. Some come to stay, some to leave; some make shit easier, and some make it really, really hard. With some, you have to say goodbyes, and with some, they just happen, even though you don't see them coming. With some, we're fortunate enough to be able to wish them well; with som

Entangled and entwined fates and hands yours with mine and even though nothing appeared ordinary somehow it made perfect sense I was at the shore sojourning and contemplating on a cold night when out of nowhere I saw something a spark at first, then a short glimmer which then turned to a miniature flame And slowly, the light took a shape -  yours. And my heart - the cold little bastard which never bothered to look up to anything, looked at you and smiled. I never intended to adore you,  Never wanted to give in to you but that little asshole of my heart started to warm up to  your light . I never wanted to look at you the way I do, never wanted to kiss you the way I do. But it all changed as my hands clasped into yours and then pulled me in your warm embrace as I put my arms around your neck and danced with my feet on yours and my nose against yours and my heart, my heart close to yours the mole hiding stealthily in

The rich one. The similar-AF one. The super-people-hater. The ho. The 'What-is-sex?' and 'Porn-makes-me-puke' one. The thief. The one with the clingy boyfriend. The mom. The super-religious one. The cook. The gym freak. The 420 friendly one. How many of these have you had? How many normal and strange boxes can you check? If you've had any different types, please tell me and I'll add those to the list, heh. For all those who've ever lived in hostels, flats and paying guest facilities, this should come as no surprise. We've all had our fair share of weird-ass roommates and flatmates who've made us feel that we grew up way normal than they did. I for one, have been mostly very fortunate when it comes to roommates. Thanks to all the good Karma I've garnered petting and feeding dogs on the street, Satan has blessed me with good people all around, no matter where I go. But every once in awhile, tragedy has befallen and I've ende

Hello, friend. So... I was going through some of my old lecture notes when I came across something I wrote on the back cover of this one notebook. Thought I might lose the page, so I decided to put those down here and leave its digital footprint all over the internet(can't get any more millennial, amirite?) I decided to put the time and the dates of these as well for you know, dramatic-ass effect sake. Also because when I look back at these, I remember exactly what was going on and why was it that I felt that my soul was a little more cracked than usual. 05:13 p.m.  22.08.2018 May I remain disturbed and unsettled until I achieve what I am destined for: a better life. 02:05 p.m. 05.12. 2018 You're on your own, honey. No one cares for no one. It's you and your music till the end of the road. Remember, people always disappoint but you can't disappoint you. 09:05 a.m. 22.04.2019 1.  For days that you feel purposeless and alone like right no

August 07, 2019 02.42 a.m. I sit in the balcony of my seventh-floor flat, smoking a double switch Marlboro with my friend the Penguin and listening to Cigarettes After Sex's 'Crush'.  Yeah, don't get too excited. There's no sex here. I put out the cigarette after smoking half of it. Oh, but I'm not alone. There's about an entire colony of mosquitoes trying to eat me from the legs and I feel like I should probably move inside and try not to look like the picturesque writer smoking in the balcony, writing stupid rants while a stalker in the opposite building watches silently. The sound of crickets (and other gentlemen and ladies performing the concert) reminds me of a very creepy scene from American Horror Story, but at the same time makes me realize how beautiful this world is, and how every day we miss so much of it because we just can't get enough of ourselves. But something's amiss. Something I wish would go away. I can

"So, 45, what do you think?" Sitting right opposite me, peeping from behind his Macbook, Mr. B put the question to me. His almost round head resembled a lot like that of Agatha Christie's Poirot minus the mustache. His bespectacled eyes and the stubbled face accompanied by his calm voice and clear baritone, his funny colored socks, immaculate clothes, and shoes made him something someone with my taste would take a moment to admire. And oh, the resemblance between him and the late Chester Bennington was spookily uncanny. Every day we would sit in the classroom, huddled at a table and discuss literature. For a bookworm, a fan of fiction and a follower of all things art, being there was like a dream come true for me. We’d discuss books, movies, TV shows as well the grand shit-show running out there. One moment we’d be talking about Louis CK and the other, Jon Stewart. One morning would be about how much Mr. B was like Dr. House and the other about how men getting harass

My obsession with the glory of days gone by prompted me to get myself a polaroid. So I got one. Here's the very first baby I captured. Initially, I planned on just posting the photo and not get all philosophical about it, but old habits die hard, and here I am boring my non-existing audience to death. Okay, frankly speaking, if I didn't mention that this was a sunset, you couldn't really have known whether this was a sunrise or a sunset... .......exactly how you and I can't tell whether something ending is ending for good or if it's just the premise of something even better. Whether us shitting all over the planet and messing with the climate is taking us to our doom, or is it just laying the background of something even majestic(or both)? You decide. "Einstein said time is relative, right?" - Miles Morales

*Rami Malek's voice*: Hello, Friend Just like Elliot's imaginary friend on the show, this blog could be mine. I'll visit her often, take her out for coffee, tell her all my secrets and let her in on what goes on inside my mostly-dysfunctional mind. I had a similar friend, another blog I used to spill my secrets to, long ago. I don't know when, but I got pretty detached from this blogging thing. Started to write in a diary instead. But then guess what happened - my mom read it. I cannot tell you how bewildered she was to find out she was raising a people-hating religion-trashing tramp. Anyway, I'm back at it, and it feels good to be back. No, I still write the diary. I couldn't care less about who happens to read it. No, I came back here for a reason. You know how sometimes, you come across people or situations who just make you want to stop and think, who force you to reevaluate the choices you've been making, who shake you and wake you from the d