March 2012
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February 2012
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The first sentence of the last chapter broke my heart so I closed it and left the cafe. I lit a cigarette on the way out and as expected, the snow storm came. Well, what was predicted as a storm turned out to be a gentle fall of flakes. Clutching onto my book, a piece of snow fell on my hand looking like the ash I flicked off. It confused me for a moment. Walking through the sky’s ash, I...
Just arrived at my mother’s home in Vermont. Had to make a last minute decision to drive up before the snow storm hits. I will be spending the next two days here before I head back to Massachusetts and move out to Texas. Came back to gather some belongings and spend some time with my mom. I plan on revisiting cafés I love and if it wasn’t winter, this place would be looking really...
Once upon a time, I dreamt I was a butterfly, fluttering hither and tither, to...
– Chuang Tzu (400 B.C.)
I recall summer camp when I was 12. A girl found a frog and all the kids were screaming. I ran to it and picked it up by one leg and let it dangle in front of the girl. She became so grossed out by me and the rest of the kids, even the boys, thought of me as a freak. I spent that afternoon following the frog around. I hopped along with it to the lake where he would disappear. As I saw him off, I...
Who I am as a person, with all honesty… I can’t seem to put it all into words. I don’t think anyone can describe themselves fully to anyone, because they don’t even know who they are themselves. I feel like people are like clouds, always changing shape. Sometimes they’re calm and sometimes they’re dangerous. But until they find a place where they are truly...
Be honest when you speak. Be honest with your actions. Be honest even when you’ve done wrong. Be honest even if it hurts. When you speak the truth and nothing but the truth, there will be no need for thoughts. No need for reasoning. You just speak, from the heart. With each lie follows another lie. With each lie follows a burden. Be true to your friends, your family, and most importantly...
obseo:
+ a cafe, low music, your voice, hot coffee, rainy weather, around eight p.m
February 25, 2012 It is 2:05PM and I’m still in bed. My head feels both light and heavy at the same time and I’m wondering how I even got home last night. I need coffee. Story of my life.
I couldn’t help but to notice a handsome college boy reading a book of some sort occasionally glancing in the direction of a pretty, artsy girl across from him at the café. I know this sound really cliché and it’s okay if none of you believe me. I wish I could capture some proof, but I’m not the type to try to prove anything unbelievable to anyone. It’s better to believe...
One thing that gets to me is seeing thin books. It’s like seeing a friend who’s lost weight and is on the verge of sickness. A friend whom you can learn a lot from, but can only give you so little. I guess I’m afraid. It’s weird to say that I have emotional attachments or connections of some sorts with such a sad little thing as books, but it’s the God damn truth. I...
chaubella1 asked: oh han, in case u were referring to me, i didnt buy the star myself. my roommate [the greatest storyteller i know] bought it for me the first time we celebrated my birthday. it was my 19th birthday when i got a star named after me. =)
I love this woman.
As I was sitting in the passenger seat of my mother’s car, each of us wearing a blouse, hers making her look smarter than ever and mine making me look like a little boy. Concentrating on our phones (yes, I really never got to figure out how mother could drive without ever actually looking at where she’s going, or sometimes, possibly crashing into), her phone and my phone beeping a song...
She was beautiful, but she was beautiful in the way a forest fire was beautiful.
– Neil Gaiman
…her tiny, cold hand; her straight, black hair so smooth and cool to the touch;...
– Norwegian Wood
Growing up, I already knew that I will not end up with a typical life. I had no interest in school. No interest in money. No interest in anything. I had no talents and I’m definitely not going to do any wonders. I was a big disappointment to everyone. Probably by the time I die, my presence will be gone with the rest. Forgotten. I was okay with that. I prefer it that way. A quiet slip through the...
mostlyaznshizz asked: Hi^^ I'm usually not this bold, especially when I can't be on anon [I'm kinda shy >.>] but you don't intimidate me so I'll say it c: That picture you just posted of yourself made me realize that you're not only just really handsome, you're really pretty too :3
I’ve been busy on the road lately. I like it. New York today, Boston tomorrow.
I have a friend who bought a star. There is a star in the sky that belongs to her. I want to live life, travel the world, read good books, and own a star.
I haven’t been feeling myself lately. I feel like the person I used to be escaped out of my body and I am now my own stranger. It’s either that or I didn’t know who I really was all along until today. Either way, it’s a very disheartening realization.
I really can’t think of any other reasons for why you guys would bother to read this boring ass blog of mine besides the fact that you guys simply care. Thank you so much.
I sometimes believe that life would have been better off if I was born as a boy. All I ever wear are T shirts and jeans. I listen to loud music, drink too much coffee, and smoke way more than I should. I don’t even eat correctly and it scared the living hell out of my parents. It’s just how I am. I want to help my father around the house, but I’m too precious to him for him to...
I don’t know. The fact that in the whole entire universe, we exist the way we do, blows my mind. Like, we look at the moon, and we know that it’s the moon. We know why it’s there, how it came to be, and what kind of an impact it has on us. We know about hundreds of thousands of stars. We can see things from light years away. We even got to the edge of a black hole. Supernovas,...