January 2011
8 posts
“I can’t love you this much, I can’t love you this much.”
A Glimpse
Can a potential lifetime be based on one, perfect memory?
I think so.
I’ve had one run on loop through my head over and over, and it’s eating away at me. Having a taste of nirvana and walking away has left me as a shell. Longing, wonder, fear, and weakness have taken over me.
I feel as if the world is whirring by me at lightspeed, and I am standing still, encapsulated in my own weak...
Mr. Prada Milano
Guys are like perfume.
Perfume shopping can be stressful. I know when I venture into Sephora, I’m overwhelmed by all the choices. I am well-acquainted with the Marc Jacobs. With the Burberry, Dior, and most importantly Prada.
I’d frequent the store, and get some samples to try on. Try before you buy, right?
I dated many perfumes.. but none of them really resonated with me.
Well...
I give up.
I try to mold the life I believe I deserve to lead.
To surround myself with people whom I deserve the company of.
I try to be as real as I can to people.
I actually listen. I actually care.
I help in any way I can.
I admire. I cherish. I adore.
Why do I feel like a piece of trash, then?
Cast aside.
I’m missing out on the most beautiful thing in life.
I’m trying...
Second day of 2011
this has been the best year of my life.