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▲ say anything
@ Sunday, February 23, 2014 | 4:36 PM | comment? - 0 comment(s)
After what happened, i'm so afraid of getting close to other people.
Will our relationship be ruined again, just like ours. Only now do I realise that sometimes people talk to you, or give you so much attention because they have other intentions.
Why can't we just be good friends.

If I could say anything, anything, what would it be?
Good question for our destined reality.
I would tell you that I love you, even when it didn't show.
I would tell you that I love you, baby, by now I hope you know.

If you could go anywhere, anywhere, what would you see?
Take a step in any direction, it's make believe, 
if your mind is always moving, hard to get your heart of the ground.
Yea your mind was always moving, but your thoughts never made a sound.

And we won't break, if we let go.
You and I already know, we were bound to be set free. 
Eventually.
So here we are now, you can say anything.
@ Sunday, February 16, 2014 | 3:21 PM | comment? - 0 comment(s)
you make my heart skip
▲ Aquamarine
@ | 12:31 PM | comment? - 0 comment(s)
"But I guess that's just the way it is, and love doesn't always work."
"I don't understand."
"That's life, that's how it is here. But when you find love, I guess it's really beautiful. Or at least that's what I read in magazines. I don't know as much about it as I say I do but I know there's a reason why everybody wants it so much."
"And what's that?"
"It's the closest thing we have to magic."
@ Saturday, February 15, 2014 | 11:15 PM | comment? - 0 comment(s)
The thought of going tomorrow makes me feel sick.
I don't wanna go and see everyone and have to talk to everyone and tell them how I feel.
I just want to stay with my family at home and not have to meet all these people that I don't even really know.
It scares me, people scare me.


▲ when we love
@ Monday, September 9, 2013 | 8:59 AM | comment? - 0 comment(s)
One of my philosophy professors lectured wildly about love once, yelling: “When you’re in love with someone, that person is the lighthouse of your universe.” (I scrawled it inside Science and Poetry in pencil—lighthouse of your universe—as if I would ever forget that phrase.) He was a delightful caricature of his position. I could swear he literally tore his hair out while howling at us. He went on, “Nothing means as much without that person.” One of the men in the class repeated, incredulous, half-laughing, “So you’re saying you can’t enjoy, like, a vacation, without someone if you’re really in love with them?” “Of course not.” the professor replied. “Not completely. You recognize beauty, but beauty means less if they don’t witness it with you. Beauty is less. You see something sublime and your first thought is that they should be there with you. It’s not as good without them. They illuminate. They make everything more.
@ | 12:00 AM | comment? - 0 comment(s)
I am free, finally.
I have never wanted to be alone this much, ever.
Lessons learnt, things that I will never forget, people that I will never forget.
& also things that I never, ever will want to do, ever again. Ever.

But I am thankful, because I have learnt so much. 
Movies tell us how easy it is, how fun it can be, how much joy and love it makes you feel.
It never shows you how much pain it brings you through and the thoughts that go through your mind all the time.

I am free.
▲ Special people
@ Friday, December 21, 2012 | 9:38 AM | comment? - 0 comment(s)
"why? You're indian"
"not all indians are the same."
"yeh you're a special indian. & super bad in chinese"
"you're a super bad chinese. Look like indian"
"oiiiiii imma special chinese"
"ya you fat chinese"

FUNNY CONVERSATIONS THAT MAKES MY DAY