A week of work has passed and while I wanted to document this on my diary I am too lazy to. I understand that my blog is made public and writing it here won’t do as well. So this is pretty redundant.
I will however describe the night as rather unpleasant, mainly due to something I did. Sometimes I wish I could take back anger, like re-inhaling mist that escaped from my mouth.
if only it were as harmless as mist.
"I must have flowers, always, and always."
— Claude Monet (via pattiocleavis)
(Source: larmoyante, via plasticpixie)
"I’d cut my soul into a million different pieces just to form a constellation to light your way home. I’d write love poems to the parts of yourself you can’t stand. I’d stand in the shadows of your heart and tell you I’m not afraid of your dark."
— Andrea Gibson (via cosmographe)
(Source: midautumnrain, via cosmographe)
I wish not
Hate how I can be a pissy prissy 70 year old man instead of a cheery bubbly energetic 23 year old
I really think I just need some sleep. Ok a lot of sleep.
It’s 2:06am good morning from my bed it is cold and it is the second night/morning it is pouring. While this is slightly depressing I’m thinking of how lucky I am to be in an aircon room while there are probably construction workers out there in the rain and some homeless folks too. This makes me sad. Very very sad.
Went through an entire day of asking, sharing, all of which I feel like I drew energy from all the possibly wrong places. God I love you but this love is so hard to give sometimes, and it’s so hard transcending it. Probably one of my more emo moments but I kinda wish I had a confession box that would return me praises, hugs & maybe a pillow or too. I’m gonna have a long talk w God tonight