Nuisansical

I know you won't see it, but at least let me write it down.

Oct 2

“It doesn’t matter now,” she says, “in the end, you came home with me. So stay.”


Sep 13

Mathematics

The world’s tragic love stories are best described by Mathematics. 

1. Parallel Lines that will never meet.

2. Tangents that were once together but had to part. 

3. Asymptotes that can only get closer, but will never be together. 


It’s funny how sometimes, the person you wish you could be with, is the person you can never be with.

There is so much almost, that you wished that at times you were brave enough to confront those moments, only to be held back by certain reasons that only you know.

It’s always the almost moments that you allow yourself to lose any logical reasons and indulge in it, that you know you might regret, but chose to lose yourself in that moment of almost.

It’s the closest you can get, not losing yourself totally in the moment, but enjoying yourself, indulging in the heat of the moment.

It’s an excuse to execute what you think should be, and would be yours, if you were not that much of a coward.

But the truth remains that you are a coward, seeking for that moment, but never lingering long enough to see the moment become permanent in your life.


Aug 3

Seriously, i spent the last 3 hours clarifying, filling in forms that i’ve never, in my fucking life, seen, and you say i’m fucking rude, just because of my tone?

You FUCKING had the 1st of August to today, 3rd of August, to have me do it, clarify it, fill it in, because you need it tomorrow, but FUCKING NO! You FUCKING choose to give it to me at FUCKING 7PM, and have me do it?!

Now, you're complaining that I, a FUCKING graduate cannot fill in a form, but you can?

FUCK THIS SHIT. 

You've had more experienced in this, while i've never seen these fucking court documents in my entire lifetime. 

Obviously, I would try to be as careful as I can.

If I fill it wrongly, it’s my fucking fault.

If I take too much time to fill in, it’s still my fucking fault. 

If I don’t do anything, this shit is still my fucking fault. 

So what exactly is not my FUCKING FAULT?

What has this SHIT got to do with me?


Jun 25

Humans fear the unknown.


Jun 22

photojojo:

When it comes to 20th century photographers, few names have as much clout as Richard Avedon, the famed staff photographer for Harper’s Bazaar from 1946-1965.

The Richard Avedon Foundation recently released a beautifully designed iPad app featuring the entirety of Avedon’s archive. Oh, and did we mention that it’s free?

Richard Avedon’s Archive Gets a Beautifully Designed iPad App

via Harper’s Bazaar


After Love

There is no magic any more,
We meet as other people do,
You work no miracle for me
Nor I for you.

You were the wind and I the seaó
There is no splendor any more,
I have grown listless as the pool
Beside the shore.

But though the pool is safe from storm
And from the tide has found surcease,
It grows more bitter than the sea,
For all its peace.

- Sara Teasdale


One Art

The art of losing isn’t hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.

Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn’t hard to master.

Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant
to travel. None of these will bring disaster.

I lost my mother’s watch. And look! my last, or
next-to-last, of three loved houses went.
The art of losing isn’t hard to master.

I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn’t a disaster.


—Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) I shan’t have lied. It’s evident
the art of losing’s not too hard to master
though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.

- Elizabeth Bishop


Jun 1

Don’t be deceived by those innocent eyes. Because inside those beautiful brown orbs, are where the demons hide.


May 30

原来最美的是回忆


May 12

You.

At 7 years old, you built a wooden wall to prevent people from hurting you.

At 12 years old, you realized that the wooden wall crumbles easily, so you built a metallic wall to prevent people from hurting you.

At 16, you realized that it was better to build a brick wall, just like the stories.

But at 21, you realized that the easiest way was to kill your heart and tuck it away; ignoring everyone, so they won’t approach you, and you save yourself from the trouble of going through the hurt that people always leave you with.


If it weren’t for Justin Bieber, Canada would be perfect.


Apr 29

Age is nothing but a number. It’s the people that I’ve crossed paths with that makes my life memorable.

Thanks to these people, life has never been boring. It’s these people that’s have made life enjoyable.

It’s these people that I’m thankful for.

It’s these people whom have made my life.

It’s these people, that I would remember.

It’s theses people that I would remember why I had a reason to love.

Thank you all, for making this day the best in my life.

Although I might not have expressed it verbally, you have my thanks.

I might have said it in a jovial manner, but I real love you all, and am thankful for you all.

Happy 25th birthday, Eileen.

Happy birthday.


Apr 26
lickystickypickyshe:

A worker in a cigar factory in Havana is testing the outcome by smoking it (ca 1960).
src: HistoryinPics

lickystickypickyshe:

A worker in a cigar factory in Havana is testing the outcome by smoking it (ca 1960).

src: HistoryinPics


I love you. I hate you.
I love you. I hate you.
I hate this almost I never I had.


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