VS angel Miranda looking so awesome even without Orlando Bloom hanging off her arms.

3:58 PM
xoxo.

the selby - my guilty pleasure.
though i'm more of a dog kind of person, seeing these pictures make me think cats are pretty awesome too.

4:00 PM
xoxo.

dreams they haunt me
those siestas ever present
different
though it felt like the very first
never felt so right
look deep past
piercing black eyes
you see nothing
only hurt
evil daggers
digging out the past
flipping through history
looking for new ways
to hurt
fire and gun powder
they don't go
together
never will they
not chemistry
just explosive
damage and disaster
quit
like fire and water
you should stop
dreams are fiction
for a fact
still
the warm
lips they call it
smiling eyes
go away
come
step into my shoes
try and fit in
stomp on top
you don't want to be here
so just leave

10:24 PM
xoxo.

i know this feeling all too well
waking up on a Saturday afternoon
at twelve after one
and wishing i could fall back asleep
because there is absolutely nothing
i can look forward to
maybe except lunch
then now what?

2:08 PM
xoxo.

wrenched like a blue cloth
about to be hung out to dry
your barely eaten ice cream
just dropped on the ground
walking up the school's stage
and falling flat on your face
like a tiny beetle
that's under a doc marten
spilling a steaming mug of caramel macchiato
right in front of your boss
spotting your favourite hollywood actor on the street
but forgetting to bring your camera
your mom smacking your ass
when your cousins are around
accidentally letting go
watching your birthday helium balloon
float up into the sky
with that wrenching feeling
in the bottom of your guts

tonight
you make me want to shout
GROW UP AND GET A FREAKING LIFE
find someone you genuinely like

i hope you will never make her feel
any of the above

11:20 PM
xoxo.

i often suspect that you're not the reason
that alcohol isn't the problem
sweets aren't the cause
but i'm ready to quit
all of it
leave it at that
never turn back
and resist the urge to look over my shoulder
what is the root of it?
wanted to cry when i see the pictures
no tears could be forced out
a silent hurt
inside
i still think about you
though i try not to
sweets alcohol you
my addictions

3:23 PM
xoxo.

This lump clogs up the back of my throat, forms at the pit of my stomach, brings a tingling itch to my nose, makes my eyes water and I can't figure out why.

How is it possible? A question arises at the tip of my brain, that maybe its just a regular passing-by. I never understood. But I was so certain at that point in time. Admitting to anyone who was willing to listen and cared enough to ask. Yet it was never clear to me. I sometimes waver and get lost in the bygones.

The weird thing. Vivid faces I can recall with the blink of an eye, as if photographed and framed in the centre of my mind, I can never picture your face. Your body, hair and clothes, yes. Your smell, your expressions, your voice, your place, your food, your religion, your gentleness, your determination, your lies, your doubts, your jealousness, your conversations or lack there of, the way you pronounce certain words, your laughter, your touch, your excuses, your love, your faith, your hopes and your dreams.
Your face, not exactly.

It has always been this case. Like there's an unknown reason for that.

I still do. I'm utterly afraid. Afraid.

It gets people worked up. Thinking I'm hopeless.

Or maybe its just me.

11:32 PM
xoxo.

sometimes, beautiful pictures are taken at times of anguish.


kitkat caramel chunky. have you ever felt like you're holding a bar of happiness in your hand?


those pins I wish I still have.


By Gwen Stefani

I haven't thought of you for years you know
Your memory seems to come & go
Our time meant so much to me
Now you can't be found
You were the first to want me, the first to love me, the first to need me
Who was the last to know you? The last to love you? The last to hold you?

It's a wonderful Wonderful Life (so wonderful)
It's a wonderful Wonderful Life (so wonderful)
It's a wonderful Wonderful Life (so wonderful)
Such a wonderful Wonderful Life

I thought of you again today
Reminded me how with time I've changed
If you only knew what you gave to me
Now you can't be found
You were the first I trusted
I learned what love is when we were just kids
When did you get so lost? How could you think you were better off?

It's a wonderful Wonderful Life (so wonderful)
Why'd you have to say goodbye?
It's a wonderful Wonderful Life (so wonderful)
Such a wonderful Wonderful Life

Thank you for those special moments
You will always be here in my mind
Did you know you changed my life?
I'm thankful for that time
I'm thankful for that time
I'm thankful for that time

It's a wonderful Wonderful Life
Why'd you have to say goodbye?
It's a wonderful Wonderful Life (so wonderful)
I'm asking why but I'll never know
It's a wonderful Wonderful Life (so wonderful)
Why'd you have to say goodbye?
It's a wonderful Wonderful Life (so wonderful)
Such a wonderful Wonderful Life
It's a wonderful Wonderful Life
Such a wonderful Wonderful Life

7:18 PM
xoxo.

love the retro effects and daisy's impossibly beautiful.


Maxwell House cups and saucer and Milkmaid Milk spoons.




source: thisisnaive.

"All the people I know who are obsessed with the past are depressed."
- LAST DANCE AT THE FROSTY QUEEN

I certainly hope this is entirely fiction. For, I do not want to be obsessed with the past. And I most certainly do not want to be deemed depressed.

4:27 PM
xoxo.

When I couldn't fall asleep that night, for no particular reason, I wished I was smart enough to have a can of Kilkenny - Stella Artois, Hoegarden or whatever it is - to wash down my dinner beforehand.

Just so I could switch off my brain.

Times like this, it never occurred to me why you can make me so happy. So carefree like anything is possible. Like if I can leap up and catch a star, you'll be the first one I'll give it to. If I can jump down and save your life, I will do it with a smile on my face. If I can go away and make you happy, I won't hesitate to. Then I'll get pissed off for my wishful thinking, for being so dependent on you for my happiness. Promising myself and then the next day go ahead and break it. Urging to hold myself back but I can't. Saying something and then immediately wish that I can take it back.

9:08 PM
xoxo.

Shadows fill an empty heart as love is fading
From all the things that we are but are not saying
Can we see beyond the scars and make it to the dawn?

Change the colors of the sky and open up to
The ways you made me feel alive, the ways I loved you
For all the things that never died
To make it through the night, love will find you

What about now? What about today?
What if you're making me all that I was meant to be?
What if our love never went away?
What if it's lost behind words we could never find?
Baby, before it's too late, what about now?

The sun is breaking in your eyes to start a new day
This broken heart can still survive with a touch of your grace
Shadows fade into the light
I am by your side, where love will find you

What about now? What about today?
What if you're making me all that I was meant to be?
What if our love, it never went away?
What if it's lost behind words we could never find?
Baby, before it's too late, what about now?

Now that we're here, now that we've come this far
Just hold on
There is nothing to fear, for I am right beside you
For all my life, I am yours

What about now? What about today?
What if you're making me all that I was meant to be?
What if our love never went away?
What if it's lost behind words we could never find?

What about now? What about today?
What if you're making me all that I was meant to be?
What if our love never went away?
What if it's lost behind words we could never find?
Baby, before it's too late, baby, before it's too late
Baby, before it's too late, what about now?

1:13 AM
xoxo.

Anna Karina.

I know absolutely nothing about her but I already like her.

5:35 PM
xoxo.

There's something about these TALULA fall 09 pictures.

khol-rimmed eyes, ripped jeans, fur jacket, leather pants, black nail polish, flower leggings, baby blue shirt, lace dress, tousled honey-coloured hair, heart tattoo on wrist, devil-may-care attitude.

perhaps.

Can't get enough?

Go to http://lefashionimage.blogspot.com for more.














dug out an old picture.






'I've changed. I'm not a good man. Forget about me.'

Yes, Yes, and Maybe.

3:55 PM
xoxo.

I really cannnn't waaaaait to catch this film! Better not be disappointing like how VCB was. i was supposed to dye my hair red today but changed my mind cuz i know i'll never put up with having to touch up roots, watch it fade and all that shit that comes along with something drastic like changing your hair colour. Besides, natural colour looks best, i think. Either way I still have that red-hair-envy every now and again, especially whenever I walk past Aldo!!!! :(

I should come up with a list:
Ten Things I Will Not Be Able To Do Before I Turn Nineteen.

Starting with
#1 Dye my hair red.
#2 Go on a road trip to m'sia with a bunch of friends.
#3 Ride on a vespa.
#4 Watch 500 days of Summer.
#5 Start on the writing/typing.
#6 Not get drunk at least once.
#7 Learn how to drive.
#8 Get my kite flying on my own.
#9 Tell it to his face.
#10 Get over.

All the things I wished I could do before I turn nineteen.

2:03 PM
xoxo.

she pulls off black lipstick best and always look swell whether she has clothes on or not. what's not to love.

6:12 PM
xoxo.

my fave pic of kate and johnny.
though i was never a fan of either.

4:29 PM
xoxo.

well, its fun. its harmless. i'm no one to judge, but still, the pictures are a little sad, despite some being breathtakingly beautiful.

click HERE to view.

those hands idling by the sides
while she held him so tight
like she'd fall and crumble if she ever let go
the eyes wide open
staring into the distance
as though saying
'i'd rather be playing chess with that old man'
lips comically puckered up
like a five-year-old obliged
to give a peck on his aunt's lips
those dark shades
telling her eyes to keep off
that frown saying
i'm doing you a favour
that look implying
i'm more interested in your dog
while the whole time
the poor puppy looks so bored
caught in the middle of all these
quest, romance, sadness, mission
whatever

3:21 PM
xoxo.

Everything seemed so staged. Like a drama waiting to unfold. A movie waiting to be screened. A football match waiting to start; except you already knew who was going to win, who was about to be defeated and go down like dirty bubbly water in a bathtub.

3:50 PM
xoxo.

But there are times when it comes to an end. And I don't know why. I guess as us, humans constantly growing, developing, making changes and decisions in our lives as individuals; creates the chance to grow apart.

Want to hate the one, think of every bad and negative you can just remember of but still can't hate him.

- A.

3:15 AM
xoxo.

Daisy Lowe.

Chances are when said and done
Who'll be the lucky ones
Who make it all the way?
Though you say I could be your answer
Nothing lasts forever
No matter how it feels today

Chances are we´ll find a new equation
Chances roll away from me
Chances are all they hope to be

Don't get me wrong I'd never say never
Cause though love can change the weather
No act of God can pull me away from you

I´m just a realistic man
A bottle filled with shells and sand
Afraid to love beyond what I can lose when it comes to you
And though I see us through yeah

Chances are we´ll find two destinations
Chances roll away from me
Still chances are more than expectations
The possibilities
Over me
It´s about the two to one
Lay your money on the ground
until you crash what have you done?
Is there a better bet than love?
What you are is what you breathe
You gotta cry before you sing

Chances chances

Chances lost are hopes torn up pages
Maybe this time
Chances are we´ll be the combination
Chances come and carry me
Chances are waiting to be taken
And I can see
Chances are the fascination
Chances won't escape from me
Chances are only what we make them
And all I need

- Five For Fighting

2:25 AM
xoxo.

The sickly taste of laksa stayed in my mouth like a stubborn ink stain on a white shirt. I opened the fridge door for the fifth time and examined the three-pack of Stella Artois. Belgium, not French. I pushed the thought away and gently shut the door, feeling a little ashamed for no good reason. The barely eaten bowl of noodles used to be the best tasting thing ever. Right now I couldn't care less.

Rereading 'Meet Me At The Boathouse' brought back some intense feelings that I couldn't shake off. The words are like the thoughts in my head. The messed up rumblings and tangled up thoughts so ready to burst if I ever let them out.

Sometimes I wonder if its novels like these that put those ideas in my mind. Or was it the other way round? Feels like my life is working backwards. If it wasn't dangerous, exciting or damaging, it wasn't it. It has to be painful right?

Was it the bad boy appeal? A term that I found so appalling? Why would anyone want to label a person anyway? Was it just the tattoo? Or was it the hugely gorgeous eyes? Was it how dead good-looking you were?

It was never clear to me what it was, though I secretly loved to watch you as you lit up a cigarette after work at the end of each day. In the cool darkness, the tiny flame lit up both your eyes the same time it lit up the stick carefully placed between your lips. Your sculpted cheekbones even more defined as you took a long drag like a pro. Do you even have a clue how beautiful you looked to me? We walked side by side on the wooden bridge with your friends, and as you turned to look at me, you'd say 'sorry' with a genuinely concern look in your eyes like you're afraid I'd be offended, as the cold wind blew the smoke in my face, though I didn't mind a bit.

It was somewhat a routine. Smoking as if it was there merely to break the ice. I'd watched with secret admiration as you tear apart the velcro on your messenger, in the netted front compartment and there they were. I've never told anyone this but I was always slightly embarassed that your bag was more organised than mine. You never had to dig around in the bottom of your bag for your keys or a lighter. That was one other thing I adored.

'How many sticks so far?' I liked to keep track like a mother scared to let her little boy out of her sight. 'Only one.' he looked at me convincingly, I stared back into his big dark pupils and immediately felt sorry for even asking. How could I even doubt him for a second? His friends must have thought that I was such a control freak.

In the novel, I see me in Louise. I see my mom in hers. I see him in Danny. A different ending as its never the same.

3:04 PM
xoxo.

I absolutely adore this food/fashion blog
ever since i first set my eyes on it.
sorry,
but yes i do believe in love at first sight.

http://www.luxirare.com/

5:44 PM
xoxo.

haha how funny is that.
but so true.
go read this at http://leloveimage.blogspot.com/
hate all the guys' hair
cuz they really remind me of someone.

4:56 PM
xoxo.

Daisy Lowe's just so gorgeous. i can't tear my eyes away from this.

Look at THAT ring.

Love everything about this picture except the diet coke. regular is best.

two of my fave pictures of rumi from fashiontoast.

Tallulah Morton. Love this girl.

i'm craving cycling and going at full speed.
like i'm in control of something i don't have full control over.
its funny how you can miss something so destructive.
so distressing and
you never know if you fully have it or not.
out of touch
and out of it.
out of control.
spinning while you're standing still.
time is ticking by as the world moves along
with or without you.
but you're still stuck there.
right in the moment
when your entire world came crumbling down.
in your head and in your mind.
in your heart
there is no sound.
no signs of any life.
no clue of what to do.
no tingle of any movement.
that's why you want to swoosh down that steep slope
and feel alive.

3:59 PM
xoxo.

its just one more day.
really looking forward to flying, shopping,
and forgetting you.

4:39 AM
xoxo.