December 2010
31 posts
Confession #7: Attention is my addiction. Every...
Confession #6: I hate goodbyes. Last time I said...
Confession #5: annoying is one of the only words I...
Confession #4: It's not just the rejection....
her watercolor tears ignite your paper lies: her... →
watercolortears:
Anonymous asked:
I commit the crime they call procrastination. I am a nomad in the world they call the imagination. I speak in tongues delivered with slight hesitation. I praise in shy adoration. Of your work.
I, too, “commit the crime they call procrastination,”
Because my thoughts want…
Confession #3: I feel my parents never gave me the...
Fluent sarcasm: Child's complaint to Santa →
elena2:
Dear Santa,
You might be surprised that I write to you so late but I wanted to make clear some things on behalf of last year’s presents.
Many things have happened ever since I sent you the letter where I asked you for a new bike, a Nintendo wii and some rollerblades. I’d like to mention that I…
not unlike Hamlet...
not much more than 2 months ago, I found myself suicidal. I asked myself, “to be or not to be?” For that was the question. Then Ophelia tries to return to me something I had given her. I refused, and wished that she’d just “to a nunnery, go.”
Fluent sarcasm: Where are you hiding? →
elena2:
Lately you’ve been on and off a lot. I’ve seen you around a couple of times but even though your body was there your mind was not. You are most of the time absent from the outer world.
Every now and then we all have the need to disappear from the planet and so we do. In these times, I put on my…
Confession #2: My mother often wonders how much...
“But I know the rage that drives you. That impossible anger strangling the...”
– Henri Ducard (Batman Begins 2005)
emmakempsell:
In my dream, the vast countryside...
I wonder at times when I post anything...
bboybbox:
If people actually take time to read it.
I feel as if I’m just wasting time here, trying to get what I have to say down and out to the world.
And instead, there are just some of the most stupidest shit that get posted everyday, and get reblogged, the attention-whores, and potheads. This blogging isn’t the blogging I grew up with…
Confession #1: I have a lesbian best friend named...
“And what have I done to my son, Miss Ross? Nothing. I tried to improve on the...”
– Dr. David Banner (Hulk 2003)
Fluent sarcasm: Your song →
elena2:
There are some days when things go just as they should. A calm breeze on the sea makes your ship keep on sailing peacefully. You have managed to be calm for a moment. You feel good about life and have high hopes for the future to come.
These are the moments you’re bursting to share with your…
Fluent sarcasm: Cosiness →
elena2:
I can’t wait for you to come home and tell me to pick up my purse and leave for a delicious meal in a cozy restaurant.
I can’t wait for you to bring me to your favorite jazz club to listen to live music.
I can’t wait for us to get out on the street and have to run for several blocks while rain…
Life.
The world I come from is inelaborate. My parents are Chinese they brought me to California from Hong Kong when I was 6 for better education. My childhood was pretty normal it consisted of extra math classes, struggling with English, and crying when my parents refused to buy me toys. I had always liked reading, especially fantasy books like Rowan of Rin and Harry Potter. I also liked to watch...