Filed under: photos
the reason(s) why i loathe the very inkling of returning back to perth on thursday night. but no fear my darlings, i will be back for three months in december. click for pictures. (:
Filed under: dysphoria
In darkroom of your eye the moonly mind
someraults to counterfeit eclipse;
bright angels black out over logic’s land
under shutter of their handicaps.
Commanding that corkscrew comet jet forth ink
to pitch the white world down in swiveling flood,
you overcast all order’s noonday rank
and turn god’s radiant photograph to shade.
Steepling snake in that contrary light
invades the dilate lens of genesis
to print your flaming image in birthspot
with characters no cockcrow can deface.
O maker of proud planet’s negative,
obscure the scalding sun till no clocks move.
- Plath
click for photos. and for once, i am as sober as can be, at 6am after clubbing.
i never realized the importance of a RAMLY burger till now. irlymisshomelah.
Filed under: photos
for all the stupid narcissistic photos taken on my laptop of myself out of boredom………..
really, really ugly photos…… bad hair, no makeup, no shame, and half of them in a small room in a place in singapore i call home……………………..
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Filed under: confessions
paint my mind pink, yellow, and red. yet my mind’s eye sees things more clearly than ever. in the midst of the raging ocean the lighthouse standing calmly there taking the rogue waves crashing down on it i am that lighthouse in my very own mental storm rogue thoughts trying to push me away and yet i stand still like that lighthouse. somehow the waves seem to get weaker and weaker and this is the first step to clearing up my mess, my very own melting pot of doubts and troubles.
the whole night was a blur, kissing, hugging, laughing, drinking, camwhoring, moving senselessly………………..
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Filed under: disjointed
every year i ask myself this question. x years on this planet, and what have i done?
and every year i disappoint myself, but this year takes the cake.
it hurt more than i thought it would. be still beating heart, be still. time will heal you. sleepless at seven with the mind running amok in fields of black wheat and being chased by three ghosts in lipstick and rouge. listening to the lesbian drama anthem on repeat and on repeat and the lyrics flash in my head…………………………………..
sigh. so disjointed.
