Over the years, the thought to make this blog private has crossed my mind a couple of times. I mean, the blogging scene is dead and my posts are mostly for myself. Heck, even I don't revisit my posts sometimes.I do occasionally drop an informative (does random and sometimes unproven tips count as informative?) sort of post, but that only happens once in a...
I miss the long nights under streetlights when our hearts were made of goldI miss the feeling that we had thenwe were never growing oldYeah, I miss it allHello. I've actually not been on hiatus from writing- as a matter of fact, I've probably written more in 2021 than in any of the previous years. But... I've been exploring different styles, and I posted under a different...
HeyI think I caught it the tail end of an eternal stringfloating and skimming the skiesexploring this life as just minelight and content as the places go byand when the stars start to light the skyIt's a perfect feeling money can't buy ...
it's the smallest thingslike how I notice and feelthe patterns that the sunbeams illuminatethe way the sun feels pleasantly warm on my skinthe tingly warm and real feelings I havelike how I can be anywhere I want to bein the stories I read in the melodies I hearand in the aesthetics I seelike how I push myselffor things I'm not particularly fond ofor trying though...
I can't believe it's 4 months since I've blogged. If I'm being completely honest, I've been feeling pretty down the past couple of months. Objectively speaking, life should be going well- no major problems, financial stability, pockets of time to hang out here and there. But underneath the surface, I've been feeling pretty burdened with work responsibilities, and I suppose, a mid-life crisis of...
remember fairies and diamondswhere we createdmagic treasurepearl white roomdipped in liquid goldclouds surrounding treasurewe've picked our ownyou bring me placesI never expected to loveget me fancy thingsI never expected to havewhite to my blackhalf full to my half emptylolita to my scenethough the lines get blurred in betweenyou'll always be my greatest treasure nowhere in between remember fairies and diamondswhere we createdmagic treasurepearl white...
we don't have seasons where we're atyet it felt like summer when we metsunlight found its way to everything we had and i saw things in a perfect shade of redgot me chasing feelings in my headpainting us a deep wine redfor you i could be any kind of redbut you decided to go insteadyeah we don't have seasons where we're atall i remember...
Meet Gabriel, our pet hybrid flowerhorn. Gabriel (otherwise affectionately known as gong gong) has been with us since 22 Jan 2020. (Gabriel @ 31.12.2020 horrified by the flash from my polaroid camera)He was somewhat ill when we got him as a baby, but grew into a handsome adult. Recently, he fell seriously ill around 6 Jan 2021, and we were almost sure we would...
the simulation just went badbut you're the best i ever hadlike handprints in wet cementshe touched meit's permanent the simulation just went badbut you're the best i ever hadlike handprints in wet cementshe touched meit's permanent ...
I've been wanting to go back to the mullet forever and i finally did!Although it felt like forever, looking back at my photo album for verification, I only started actually growing my hair out in 2018. I have lived and survived for this one something year with hair clips and hair ties... No more. Somehow, having a mullet brings me great joy. I feel...
I knew i loved you the moment we met i knew i wanted you the moment your arm touched mine across a theatre sidethought you could like me too the moment you stayed took me places every time smiled like it was just mine laughed like i fit with you just right shared stories like i could understand every linefelt like you could love me just rightlike you could be just...
This nightyou hold my heart in your handsheartbeat in my palms crystaland every breath is magic, full of lifecan this feeling be foreverthere's nothing quite so real and alivethis nightyou hold my heart in your eyesheartbeat in my chest crystaland every gift is precious, fits just rightcan this feeling be forevernothing's quite so easy to lose and regretthat's rightlove is a netcatching tender feelings losing the badetching...
Everything is bluehis pills , his hands , his jeansand now i'm covered in the colors pull apart at the seamsand it's blueand it's blueEverything is greyhis hair , his smoke , his dreamsand now he's so devoid of colorhe don't know what it meansand he's blueand he's blue ...
