browsing the pictures yesterday was like a reckoning that i will never be fully able to go back to a one true, deep, deep love. and my heart aches. how i will miss the streets that are unkind to your shoes, the mild days and inclement weather ones. walks. all those walks, to everywhere and nowhere. those clothes! and vinyls! the list of charity and ( Read more... )

'tis true, people's bitch i have become.

apartment i bid you adieu and i look forward to days when i willingly clean up other people's mess 

sister is too zai alr: 2 awards, top of her cohort and faculty.  As a person of above-average intelligence and little talent, i salute her. 
only thing i'm not too sure about is the copious amount of wax in her hair.


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for once, london weather has consented to commiserate. the skies are gloomy, the winds are howling, and with each thick gust, the tree branches flail more helpless than before. the soft pitter patter of the rain against the window panes lulls me to sleep and i dream  of monsoons in the tropics. 

conflicts is making me cry. 

like the short termism of the attention span has been significantly reduced. 

rough day? how about a predicted rough month of equal measures of indifference, fear and zero determination ( Read more... )

i like how my notebook and table smells of coffee after i tipped it over and freaked out and thought my computer and hard drive might never work again but now it does, so i like how my notebook and table smells of coffee. 

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i have dreams of serving sables and tarts with my record player at the corner of a room. a sweet little room barely enough for 10. playing nat king cole and christmas songs all year round. vanilla black and good chai tea. copious displays of sweets arranged daintily on large porcelain platters on a big wooden table with gnarled feet. cushy chairs ( Read more... )