June 2012
laceration
maybe staying home away from work today was a bad choice. it did no good to lie around at home today and mope about what a screw up I have been so far, and about the time and energy and money I had wasted these 2 years. it did no good to stop the brimming of tears in my eyes from time to time. I just stayed home cause I didn’t wanna cry at work. my idea of hope is warped. my idea of hope is...
“Everything is more beautiful because we are doomed. You will never be lovelier...”
– Homer, The Iliad (via obliviate-)
May 2012
ignominious entreaties
I am every bit human, then again I am every bit not. That thin line that separates the sane from the insane, the controlled from the unrestrained, the fearful from the fearless. I traverse and toe that line every single day, in my thoughts, in my actions, in my words I speak. With every beating of my heart I think about that line. I peer at it and wonder how wire thin it is, it is almost almost...
annihilate me. I am a recluse. I wanna go to Boston and leave this world behind.
Singing too much Scarborough Fair, reading too much Elfin Knight which led me to the Black Plague. It’s the dreaded night again. Bleah. The time where I feel like turning back the clock again. And wish I was born in the 1960s, so I won’t feel so different. Sigh.
“The hardest thing is to live richly in the present without letting it be spoiled...”
– Sylvia Plath
sapiosexual
Really like guys who read. I don’t mean simply reading newspapers or Mens Health to tone their bodies and stuff, that’s so superficial. I mean like voracious readers who read all kinds of books, classics, to self help, to non fiction, to psychological thrillers and suspense, to horror stories, or even romance novels (though that may be abit gross). But it has become evident to me that...
