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Mind waves rolling through
carry me far into the tide
where all my thoughts are found
coloured haze slowly looms
piercing through like sulfur fumes
While I’m just contemplating sounds

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tomorrow i will be in another country but before it starts, it is already contaminated with things… don’t know if i genuinely want to be ok with them or if i am just finding reasons to oblige so dealing is not an option. maybe next time i will learn – just not now. maybe one day i will evaporate and it will be called coping

feelin so gross ew plz
shall lie on the floor for a bit
or watch new girl
idek

that’s all. i have to go

“It is a kind of love, is it not?
How the cup holds the tea,
How the chair stands sturdy and foursquare,
How the floor receives the bottoms of shoes
Or toes. How soles of feet know
Where they’re supposed to be.
I’ve been thinking about the patience
Of ordinary things, how clothes
Wait respectfully in closets
And soap dries quietly in the dish,
And towels drink the wet
From the skin of the back.
And the lovely repetition of stairs.
And what is more generous than a window?”

– Pat Schneider

as dyan would say, #goals tbh

in 7 days i will be on a flight to melbourne with my family for 10 days. it’s a strange feeling, from seeing each other barely an hour a day for almost the past year and then having to spend 10 days straight and possibly having to talk about things. but i have a good feeling about this 🙂 december only really starts then.

excited to use my new camera too!

got my eyes checked 2 days ago, almost blind in my right eye x_- defects everywhere.

have decided to exercise as much as i can before leaving so bye, mindy kaling is the only person i want in my face while cycling in the same spot for the next hour

 

it is not like dying, or suffocating
it is just the mortal inability of forgetting things
the compulsive routine of addiction towards it

24/7/365

it is the silly things that don’t go the way i imagined them to be
the way people say my name
or my handwriting in the morning
or how pictures turn out
that don’t lend themselves to elaborate their hollow nuances
kind of like a black hole

i suppose it is just me, in this space
soaking up vibes i thought would help me feel (something)

i hate the brackets but they felt appropriate
you see these things they never really go away