We don’t do that keep-calm-and-carry-on-with- the-plan thing really. This whole sail away from the safe harbor is totally unplanned. Yep, we bailed for the spontaneously-combust-and-go port. Atm, my curfew is 8pm, 2hrs short from my past one which was because of this. That’s why YOLO for me are strictly under good terms and conditions (temporarily sweethearts >:) Anyways, spontaneity once again fueled another best day ever with random spirits dashed with fun, a pinch of folly and a heap full of laughter.
"Sometimes you plan, but sometimes you gotta wing it." This is for my much-loved yik to whom the whole day was dedicated to before a likely looooooooooooooooong see you later.
From Cebu to Malaysia: Wing it, yik. Wing it. - F (｡’▽’｡)♡
Me: Pa GoPro pleaaaaaase!
Papa: StopPro ra may naa nak HAHAHAHA
For Women Who Are Difficult to Love - Warsan Shire
I wished my 15-year old self had read this earlier when she thought she had a chance at someone and blew it herself.
and if he wants to leave
then let him leave
you are terrifying
and strange and beautiful
something not everyone knows how to love.
See, she could have blew that chance harder!
I’m going to kiss you until my lips fall off. If my lips don’t fall off, I will kiss up your spine until I run out of spine. Then I’ll start over.
Sketchy feels at the moment which in actuality was yesterday. And like more than half of the population, I prefer to do my masterpieces on the floor with elbows standing and legs monkeying in whatever piece of furniture it can get a hold of.
And of course, with all my heart, I would like to thank my sister for picking up a random pencil in some random place. Without the pencil, I could not do this at all. I don’t care about my sister okay. jk.
Thank you for my ipod, my forever chocolatey buddy for lying to me what time is it. 5:56am Feb 12. Srsly, you could do better y’know like 6:66am. That would creep the hell outta me.
Thank you mom for keeping my tummy happy with the munchies. I wouldn’t function at all without them, I’d go nuts. (pun intended)
And lastly, my close friend, Cher Lloyd for thy cherry chapstick-tasting lips as my reference. (I missed fun blogging >:)
Voila, dundun: (crap, it’s dirty)
The Cosmos Bed by Natalia Rumyantseva
A high-tech bed that brings the starry night sky indoors.
Every night would be so beautiful even with the bad days. ♥
Before anything else, this is not a coffee-and-muffin rant. I just like a pint of irrelevance, that’s all. *okay bye
My heart is so happy right now I could cry. It makes me want to clean the whole house, every corner of it and paint its boring walls with weird stuff (sheepbrix, if only I have paint). Jezez, if I’m anything by a clinical name at the moment, I’m a kind of paranoiac in reverse. I suspect people of plotting to make me happy. It’s like I’m bursting with marshmallow in my brain and popcorn in my stomach. (I really find it hard to explain this feeling, but it’s a really really cool feeling , so no denying it)
Seeking the Great Perhaps. I guess this is what all of this is about. That even though life had sucked a lot, it gets better. And a lot better and better if you just keep on keepin’ on. All it takes is to believe that we all get fvcked up at one point but one thing’s for sure, we always get a better version 2.0 of ourselves after every single goddamn-we-once-thought-a-hopeless case. Now I’m learning every day to allow the space between where I am and where I want to be to inspire me and not terrify me. Every day seems to me an expedition of discovering more about myself. I think I’m in love with me. Big time. (yakno)
Being back to sketching sparked up this whole falling-in-love-with-myself affair. In spite of my achy break-y heart, I’m genuinely cool with all the cray crays in my arsenal.Go you, find your inspiration, and take notice whenever you are blissful, jumpy jolly or whatever. Shout or hum or prolly think at some point, ‘If this isn’t great, I don’t know what is.’ Go.
Joseph. I prefer not to hihi sorry anon :c.