irreversible

ive been contemplating getting tumblr because passing on quotes and photos somehow seems a gazillion times more meaningful than little me forcing words out of my mouth.

how i wish words could flow naturally out of me. is it because i grew up stubborn and secretive? if i could count the number of things i have been berated for, im sure that must top the chart. i learnt not to explain myself to people simply because it misleads them into believing they are entitled to know everything i do. all these useless excuses. any thinking person with an ounce of logic could tell you that maybe i just wasnt born to be a storyteller.

The most important things are the hardest things to say. They are the things you get ashamed of, because words diminish them — words shrink things that seemed limitless when they were in your head to no more than living size when they’re brought out. But it’s more than that, isn’t it? The most important things lie too close to wherever your secret heart is buried, like landmarks to a treasure your enemies would love to steal away. And you may make revelations that cost you dearly only to have people look at you in a funny way, not understanding what you’ve said at all, or why you thought it was so important that you almost cried while you were saying it. That’s the worst, I think. When the secret stays locked within not for want of a teller but for want of an understanding ear.

- The Body, Stephen King

if it doesn’t come bursting out of you
in spite of everything,
don’t do it.
unless it comes unasked out of your
heart and your mind and your mouth
and your gut,
don’t do it.
if you have to sit for hours
staring at your computer screen
or hunched over your
typewriter
searching for words,
don’t do it.
if you’re doing it for money or
fame,
don’t do it.
if you’re doing it because you want
women in your bed,
don’t do it.
if you have to sit there and
rewrite it again and again,
don’t do it.
if it’s hard work just thinking about doing it,
don’t do it.
if you’re trying to write like somebody
else,
forget about it.


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meaning believing in at least 6 impossible things everyday before breakfast

1. i will get into graduate school
2. i will get the internship/job i want
3. i do not need to diet
4. i do not need to prove myself to anyone
5. my dreams will be achieved
6. there is good in humanity


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the writing one, not the layout one unfortunately.

so im back in action, having fully embraced and overcome the Writer’s Block, hopefully bringing you more updates of my latest run-ins with the enormity called Life, boring you to tears in the meanwhile. if not, i guess i’ll have to settle for just seeing you guys hanging around here some more.

when inspiration and priorities align, i will work with the universe to make that layout happen.LAYOUT DONE!



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And, when the shafts of pure light dance in her clear eyes,
I see my angel for the first time
know my purpose, feel my birth
Hear, at first faintly, then distinctly,
the sweet strains of our union
our love heats up the cold universe
Gives my tired, desperate hope
a reason and season to be revealed,

We, purified by our kisses, are eternally healed.
- Simon Templar


those blinded by assumptions can never truly see in colour,
therein lies their failing in the pursuit of intellectual pulchritude

my version: (in no particular order)

hypocrisy
complacency
overdependence
chauvinism
sadism
presumptuousness
apathy


following close behind,
immaturity
insensitivity
sexist, racist, homophobic, ableist, classist etc.