This song is still SO cute. Just like the above image!

Can't work out if I'm excited to move to New York in September.. hmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

Untitled.

These June, July days are bugging me right now. Thoughts I shouldn't be thinking, memories I shouldn't revisit. Sucks how easy I could fall back into it.

In other news... it is what it is sooooooo I'm going to try an find sanity falling asleep to Sufjan, Frou Frou AND a lil NOTORIOUS B-I-G ..for flavour DUH! zzzzZ.



your actions spoke the truth.

Ashes to Ashez.

"RUMPLED SHEETS AND THE SLOWLY WAKENING CITY. A CIGARETTE IDLE ON THE ASHTRAY. I THINK ABOUT HOW THE CROOK OF YOUR ARM WOULD FEEL ON THE SKIN OF MY NECK, IF MY LIPS COULD MEET THAT SPOT JUST BENEATH THE SHELL OF YOUR EAR. I HAVE UNDERSTOOD DESIRE AND ITS MANY COLORS, AND I KNOW THAT THIS KIND IS RARE."

INTUITION IS KING, CASH IS QUEEN

For you..Maybe.

A page out of my book..

I kinda wish I had the guts to be able to copy and paste every thought I diarize in private onto this blog. Seeing as I can't sleep (which is the main reason I sporadically hop onto this thing) I thought I'd let this blog have a piece of my private journalised ramblings.

Sunday May 1 2011 1:53pm

"Be careful who you open up to. Only a few people actually care, the rest are just curious."

1:27am

No mood.

These past few months, the older I get by the day I realise more and more about this life we all live. Its tiring and not to sound melodramatic but its all for what?
I can easily manipulate a situation, show a different face. There's only a few people in this world that have REALLY seen how I am, who I am. I'm super particular on who gets to really know me. The number of people I can count on one hand.
I get practically everything I want, the irony is I hate that.
We all die eventually. That's the sad bit isn't it.
Is there any significance. I can't keep up with it all. I feel like I close my eyes and then bam I'm back to doing this routine we call living all over again. Constantly. A constant.
I'm hardly suicidal, and I'm definitely by far NOT an unhappy person. I just can't seem to comprehend this life.

Its a whole new world up there.

Alexithymia.

Alexithymia, from the Ancient Greek words λέξις (lexis, "diction", "word") and θυμός (thumos, "soul, as the seat of emotion, feeling, and thought") modified by an alpha-privative—literally "without words for emotions"—is a term coined by psychotherapist Peter Sifneos in 1973[1][2] to describe a state of deficiency in understanding, processing, or describing emotions.




"People don't change you just get to know who they really are"

"Thomas Edison's last words were 'It's very beautiful over there'. I don't know where there is, but I believe it's somewhere, and I hope it's beautiful."
- Looking For Alaska, John Green

Another Day. Another sporadic meal for my starving blog.

HYPOPHRENIA.

So much feeling. Too much feeling. I'm sure everyone overthinks. I don't know if I can call this over thinking..maybe this is more along the lines of 'over feeling'. I feel too much. I've noticed this.
Everything I truly feel and think however.. I don't write here. I won't. What's here is all calculated. Cause well if I told whoever actually reads this.. its no longer my minds secrets. Its a library up there.

To it all.

M.

We on. Now tell me how you love it.

Today - the feeling finally faded.

You pick the insects off plants. No time to think of consequences.