steal it, it's all yours;

sunset, warmth, coffee, cafe, a good talk, people watching, macarons, mint, croissants..

x L

it was fascination;

One day, someone will take my hand and tell me about my fascination with the darkness

x L

Can you hear me?

Dreams are so much taller,
and life is so much smaller
The moon is as twice as lonely
and the stars are half as bright

Just close your eyes and let it take you, young one.








x L

today is your new beginning;

(flickr) found amazing photography with amazing quotes

good morning;

Breakfast is one of the most important make-or-break part of my day.. and I woke up this morning thinking I had pancakes for breakfast but NO, it broke my heart and I immediately threw on my clothes and my mum and I got into the car and went into a drive-through macs.. but it was too late :( I even ran out of the car to get to the counters to check and nothing. There wasn't any sets left. And I had to look at the idiots happily chewing on their pancakes. Oh the syrupy honey, the melting butter.. the fluffy fluffy pancake... (assuming it is fluffy).. and hashbrowns. Hashbrowns are so lovely with honey. I love honey.. honey I love you.. So yes, this is a breakfast post. Well, for the second last image, IT IS A NUTELLA FRENCH TOAST. HOW AWESOME DOES IT LOOK. Oh god, I think I love chocolate more than I love honey.. and Dayum choc, you're so hot. So so sexy and seductive.. Trickle down my throat already... OKAY, this is bordering on sexual and it's lame ha ha ha. 

Sidenote, I saw a photo of 2 smiling assholes with their middle fingers up and guess what was in between them? A dog hanging by a string. MOTHERFUCKERS YOU BLOODY CUNTS KNNCCB SFJSLKGJSDGOISJGOSI. I read the description and apparently they kill and stab dogs like that. FUCK. fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. I have always hated looking at animal abuse and would never in the world be curious to see videos or images of animal abuse cos I knew it would kill me inside a hell lot(and I stumbled upon this particular photo on tumblr :( ) and if I do see documentation of animal abuse.. I get really pissed. I feel so sick. So fucking sick. Fuck that asshole who slammed his dog against the wall in the HDB blocks. Fuck that china fucking cunt who used her heels to stab rabbits/dogs/cats.. UGH. Okay too much angst to fall asleep with. Need to meditate. Pardon my language used.

I NEED TO DO SOMETHING ABOUT ANIMAL ABUSE IT'S KILLING ME,

x L

darling, be human;

Fireworks - You Me At Six




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I'm not feeling down or anything tonight but I just saw these and wanted to share them mmm. Not to mention, Grace introduced the song above and I guess, it just suits the whole ~theme~ haha... but the words above all make sense at some points of our lives don't they?

Sidenote, I'm feeling some pastry!! And maybe I should take a photo-a-day kinda thing. Since I'm so bored.................

Nighty,

x L

the world repeats itself;

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One of the rare moments when I start to feel a little sad, a little angry, a little bitter... and then I think, I just miss what I had. Just.. missing it. I shouldn't be sorry to miss it should I? But then I tell myself, I can't go back, I can't go back embracing the darkness. I can't climb back in to the dark hole and lay there, and wait for my broken bones to mend. 

And that's what I'm really afraid of. Going back to that. So... am I comfortable with where I am right now?

x L

LET'S GET LOST IN OUR STARRY EYES

I have been having urges. Urges to run out of the house and sit on the swing and stare into the night, urges to grab a suitcase full of clothes and just wander alone, urges to be out and laughing all the time, urges to lay on the grass and fall asleep bathing in the sun...

But most of all - I want to snuggle into the thickest of my sweaters, sipping a cuppa and flipping through pages of words creating realms of imagination.. 

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More often than not, I wonder.. Why do I have these urges to be alone?

SKIMPY OR SKANKY?

You know that you're a tad too conservative when you're the

only kid who isn't in a 2 piece thing. High five anyone?

Actually.. when you think about it..

Why do people complain so much about being/looking fat when they're obviously

perfectly comfortable with their body if they're good enough to wear 2 pieces

or skimpy pieces of clothing or really body hugging clothes?

Whats up man?

What a bore.

WHEN DID IT ALL START MAKING SENSE?

What is simple in the moonlight by the morning never is

Am in need of isolation. And to drown myself in words. Because only words make sense. It has always made sense. But it can be so obscure, and we can be so guarded. We sit in the face of sense and all we do is to prove we are lampoonists.

What's wrong? Nothing's right sometimes. And falling is the last thing I want to do. Wanting something you can't get would be next. Check, and check.