i wasn't supposed to fall for you.

retro jumper

not just because tegan quin is wearing it, but i really want a jumper that looks like this.

it looks wicked amazing. i miss winter over here already and it's not even november yet. :(

how cute would this look paired with skinny jeans and high top sneakers/lace up boots? :)

boom, daboom, boom...

Boy, you got my heartbeat running away... Beating like a drum and it's coming your way. Can't you feel that boom, badoom, boom, boom, badoom, boom bass?

Shush. I only just discovered this song. Let me have my fun. :)

love letters.

sometimes, i think it'd be really cute if a guy wrote me a love letter. i'd say that'd be a good way to win me over. it's probably the only lovey-dovey path... i dislike the idea of anyone writing me a song or poem. but a letter, i think, would be rather perfect.

i want to see your heart on paper. i want to see what words you use, how you manage the syntax. i want to feel every word like it couldn't be any purer if it came straight from your arteries and veins. it would make me tremble and leave me breathless with my heart pounding in my ears. let it be something that i can revisit endlessly and still feel every syllable of your thoughts. 

write me a letter like that and i will surely fall.

Tell me you love me like you think you want to be loved.

Pull on my hand and say, please just let's make it this way.

- I Bet It Strung, Tegan & Sara

would you stay?

sigh. well, i didn't follow the plan. i was meant to say how i felt on tuesday, but i couldn't do it. it didn't feel like the right time. i really do feel like the feeling is mutual sometimes. it's so strange. but i keep thinking to myself that there is a limit to how hard to can hint and tell someone how you feel without saying anything at all. there have been so many moments during this whole journey where i've wanted to just leave it, but in the end something always made me stay. i wish i knew why.

21.10.11

The mind feels numb.
Paralysed, but crying for something
Like the depth of the ocean
And the sound of waves safely crashing.
Repetition. Repetition.
Security in the simplest of things.
Without it, naked and directionless as
A gush of wind.
So much energy, so little meaning.
Wanting to be more,
Wanting to give more.
If only there were something to be given.
The mind is numb.

- MHD