It's me, it's my inability

Sorry

Be strong now, because things will get better.

It may be stormy now, but it will not rain forever.
To better days, X

It's okay not to be okay

Seeing is deceiving, dreaming is believing,
It's okay not to be okay.
Sometimes it's hard to follow your heart.
Tears don't mean you're losing, everybody's bruising,
Just be true to who you are.

):

Straighten up little soldier

How am I supposed to feel when my mummy tells me I'm headed the wrong way, which I believed in so much for close to 2 years now. That I have to see the subtle nuances of a person and wait till people get older, probably of working age. Good times are what hold things together, bad times are what breaks things apart. Although I'm confused and not sure if anything at all is what I really want, it hurts to hear decisions you've made were probably not the best. How do you let it all drift away all? Something which holds meaning to you, which you fervently believed in even for a while, the good times.

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Your voice was the soundtrack of my summer

A hungry girl is an angsty girl.

Jayesslee!!!!!! Gig at TAB sometime ago. Credits to Yin Shuang!












Ikea's storeroom of Yummy Food:

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There is no nice way to put some things isn't it. Both ends people will be hurt, both the person who is at the receiving and the delivering end. I'm just gonna sit and wait cause I don't want to make any wrong decisions which I may come to regret in time.

I like the night sky. It's so peaceful like everything is at rest and is a closure to the day. There are stars those shiny things in the sky. I love stars. And when it drizzles, the light breeze, the purple sky, when you look up and drops of rain are shooting down, when the floor is wet and when you taste the rain. I have this silly thought every time it rains, especially during the year ends, that we're like New York or Boston or something and it's so chilly and peaceful and comfortable.

ABM OMG

I am afraid of how current actions will affect future consequences

Sunday morning rain is falling
Steal some covers share some skin
Clouds are shrouding us in moments unforgettable
You twist to fit the mold that I am in
But things just get so crazy living life gets hard to do
And I would gladly hit the road get up and go if I knew
That someday it would bring me back to you
That someday it would bring me back to you

That may be all I need
In darkness she is all I see
Come and rest your bones with me
Driving slow on sunday morning
And I never want to leave

Concrete jungles where dreams are made

That amazing feeling when someone has the same

dreams as you, and you find out, and you rave

about it together

Say Hello to Goodbye

Thinking back feels weird.

What you had done, decisions you made.

It's like being start in this time warp on your own and the things that swirl around us are our thoughts and recollections. Like post Os when we were all aimless. We could also meet our friends whenever we wanted. Outings, sleepovers, you name it. We floated in a sea of uncertainty and our future was a grey blur of mystery. We were just living. Some worked, some did nothing. I'm certain during that period with time on our hands, we thought alot. And when the future descends upon us, the times we look back on will include the times we immersed in our own mind.

Now everyone has their own routine and it is close to impossible to hold things close to you.

Stay rooted, faith will guide us. (: believe believe believe

tangles

MY HAIR USED TO BE SOMETHING LIKE THIS WHY DID I CUT IT.

Meh.

This bunny says "Meh" doesn't it? Just look at it.

ALL MY FRIENDS ARE ASLEEP I NEED TO GET THIS OUT

hi all, i will not be able to join you for this sunday's concert as my father has just passed away. Please still attend the concert. I will see you all next week. Thank for your understanding. Dr Sam.

): How am I supposed to react to this. I mean I could offer a hug but this is online man I can't go all *hug and stuff wth

The Lost Thing

So you wanna hear a story? Well, I used to know a whole lot of pretty interesting ones, some of them so funny you've laugh yourself unconscious. Others, so terrible you never wanna repeat them. But now I can't remember any of those.

As the hours slouched by, it seemed less and less likely that anyone was coming to take the thing home. Soon, there was no denying the unhappy truth. It was lost.

Vignettes

Memories are your take on a situation that had passed. What you remember becomes what has passed. Not all that nostalgia, reminiscing shit.

el‧lip‧sis plural ellipses technical

1 [uncountable and countable] when words are deliberately left out of a sentence, though the meaning can still be understood. For example, you may say 'He's leaving but I'm not' instead of saying 'He's leaving but I'm not leaving.'

German Expressionism

We crossed long, high-vaulted corridors; the wavering light borne by Franz threw a strange brilliance in the thickness of the gloom. The vague forms of the colored capitals, pillars and arches seemed suspended here and there in the air. Our shadows moved forward at our side like grim giants and on the walls the fantastic images over which they slipped trembled and flickered...

ETA Hoffmann, Das Majorat

There were slogans painted on the walls:
Insolent mockery of the Divine under Centrist rule
Madness becomes method
Nature as seen by sick minds


Expressionist: Release to emotionally charged messages