December 2010
5 posts
love & sluttin' about
So I guess, after a year or so, even though it had struck a chord when I first heard his reasoning, now I really say with resolve: Kyle’s right, it doesn’t exist.
Always likening myself to be more of a scientific thinker, I place great emphasis on the search for Truth based on evidence and sufficient reasoning. But that little romantic inside of me couldn’t banish the existence...
Home
is where the heart is.
A girl is born. And she sees things, she observes and absorbs them. What she experiences becomes the world to her.
Then the girl spends a good few years going through life. A little portion of the mind becomes wholly dedicated to imagining the future, it is the architect of what she thinks the world should be.
And those late nights cuddled up in bed, she wanders the...
PLAN:
12.29am: put on a dress
12.30am: open door, switch on garden lights, place lawn chair facing night breeze.
watch buster keaton movies on laptop.
1am: take pictures and listen to christmas songs!
it won’t be my birthday anymore. but people aren’t meant to feel what people aren’t - special.
we are all one and the same. everyday.
obligatory reflective birthday post
that i’m hardly interested in writing.
it’s 3.28am and i’m rather tired. i’m old now so i don’t really care as much about anything i suppose.
what is maturity anyway. the older the get the less i care, the less passion i feel, the more i conform to slothful ignorance. my thoughts… i never indulge in supposedly purposeless pointless introspection anymore.
the...
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