December 2010
93 posts
Third of january.
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My baby just cares for me
A mere two days until the year moves forward one digit. I’m excited, nervous and bewildered. Unanimously. At the same time. It’s quite terrifying actually.
I’d like to say I have many things to change about myself and my life, but that would mean there’s something not quite right with how I’m living now. Isn’t that like admitting to a batch of insecurities?
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messypaperplain asked: I just wanted you to know that I recommended your blog this week. I find both your blog and comments inspiring, and I think others would agree :)
messypaperplain asked: I just wanted you to know that I recommended your blog this week. I find both your blog and comments inspiring, and I think others would agree :)
Arguments are to be avoided: they are always vulgar and often convincing.
– Oscar Wilde
Strong. Vulnerable. Weak. Shattered. Broken.
I’ve never believed in the concept of someone being able to have a cultural identity crisis.
But these past few months have made me realise the complete opposite- it does exist and is more prominent than I thought.
Cultural origins versus current lifestyle.
Why is it so hard to have both?
Psychological trauma. Damn.
“Do you begin to see, then, what kind of world we are creating?...
J’ai disparu. Mais, je n’etais pas morte.
Folie. Serious.
To my left, I see my pillow, and to my right, I see my suitcase.
There are many other items on both sides. But the fact that these two inanimate objects were worthy of noting down, suggests something.
Pillows. Pillow. Sleep.
Connotations of peace, serenity, drifting away to another realm.
Suitcase. Movement. Travel.
Connotations of anxiety, leaving someone behind, perhaps a return.
Anonymous asked: Have you been to France before?
Anonymous asked: Have you been to France before?