March 2011
1 post
Three commandments of a woodlouse
1. A woodlouse is not too concerned about chirps from the outside
2. Fourteen legs, thirteen legs, what difference does it make?
3. And he observes day-to-day duties with amazing mental fortitude (grouse all you want, but when all is said and done, these are things you can’t make disappear)
Well, three more years to a Cat anyway,
then you’re all good!
November 2010
1 post
October 2010
2 posts
September 2010
3 posts
To eschew cryptic prettiness in favour of words plainly spoken and unadorned, words that slice your heart in two.
Or rather, to ferret out the right in-between.
Delusions
想做个小学生，心里却枯萎得像束手待毙的老婆婆
August 2010
5 posts
Sometimes you make me feel like the worst person on earth. Then I wonder, if I am such a rotten character in your eyes, why are we friends?
Black wave, I know you too well.
Compulsively wanting, compulsively spending
Fuji Instax Mini (Milk)
Alternatively, its big brother Fuji Instax 210:
Also on the list, a blue polka-dot dress that I’ve resisted for too long. I’m torn between wanting it, and wishing it was already picked up by someone else so I won’t have to burn another hole in my pocket.
My heart is bursting with all these emotions I can’t place.
It’s overwhelming, exhilarating, and slightly disconcerting.
I should go and lie down. (But my mind’s in overdrive, as well.)
July 2010
3 posts
“The best criticism is that which is both amusing and poetic: not a cold, mathematical criticism which, on the pretext of explaining everything, has neither love nor hate, and voluntarily strips itself of every shred of temperament.
Criticism should be…written from an exclusive point of view, but a point of view that opens up the widest horizons.”
—Charles Baudelaire
Every man is an island
As you grow older and your thoughts harden, you’ll find that your island is swelling, and the rest of the world shrinking.
You start to drift apart from people whose lives you now find scarily distant, and you reject new people who come along, with whom you could never find the spark. You then turn to books and movies to bolster your island, fictional people who voice out feelings that...
May 2010
5 posts
(via firmuhment)
Always. Can’t live with these things, can’t live without.
Sometimes happiness comes so easily, it catches me by surprise.
Mealtimes, TV, mindless talk, strolls, comfortable silences - little mundane moments that I will always look back on with much fondness.
Mad and morose
I always find myself waddling through the dense undergrowth of past thoughts, weeding out the ones which may label me as the person I don’t want to be (but most probably am).
I’m behaving too much like a tragic figure nowadays; this is bad, I want to become someone strong and independent, someone that others will rely on.
Putting that aside, today is a lovely day.
I caught the...
April 2010
5 posts
4 a.m.
Strong, strong impulse to make a thin incision across my wrist today.
Not deep enough to kill, just to make blood gush out like a fountain - sluicing, warm blood that should be freed from this empty shell of a body it is obligated to keep alive.
But….I won’t, because.
I will climb out of the box you had bundled me into.
And pull out the tangled web of doubt you had weaved in my mind.
As long as I hold on to a simple but steadfast belief, things will be alright.
Brows permanently furrowed
This feeling again.
Muted restlessness mixed into irritation, then smothered by a huge blanket of….what? Emptiness? Emptiness = Nothing so I don’t really understand how it can overpower a person so often like this, but it does anyway.
If only I can puke everything out, and feel better immediately after.