Present for dad.

Present for dad.

Texture.

Texture.

Passing by the cave on the cove
Standing in the darkness in the sun
Open up the window to your mind
So I can look inside and lend a hand

Passing by the cave on the cove
Standing in the darkness in the sun
Open up the window to your mind
So I can look inside and lend a hand

Everyone has a story that you should give them a chance to tell you about.

Everyone has a story that you should give them a chance to tell you about.

Bags and a pencil case for my other girly cousins.

http://mun-sews.tumblr.com/

Made a water bottle bag for my little cousin (:

http://mun-sews.tumblr.com/

Made a water bottle bag for my little cousin (:

http://mun-sews.tumblr.com/

New stuff in my room :D thanks dad.

 床前明月光

 床前明月光

I asked my mother today,

“Are problems getting larger,

Or am I just knowing too much?”

Some days I wish I could

Stay the fool that I was,

When I was still in a cot.

The cot that seemed big to me at the time.

Huge, in fact.

Huge enough for me to laugh, and breathe.

Huge enough for me to reach, but not feel the four walls that lock me in.

Because you don’t feel trapped when you don’t know you are.

And what you have is enough for what you know.

My realisation has grown. Perhaps too much,

In that same cot.

Any way I turn brings me to face

The four walls that surround me.

Right to the tip of my nose.

There is no longer room.

Neither is there air enough for me to breathe

Or laugh 

Without suffocating.

Everyday is a waiting game for

Another bruise to ache,

Another tragedy to watch.

Knowing brings feelings.

And pain hurts more when you anticipate.

If an apocalypse were ever to happen, I hope that some music will play all around the world so that everyone will disappear from the face of the earth with style. I would most prefer it to be some grand symphonic orchestral masterpiece. Or maybe some blues. But otherwise, I would like to be wiped off this planet to this song. That would be cool. 

But anyway, some sexiness to make the week better one.

I bought some Japanese matcha ice-cream, and the nice shopkeepers gave me some dry ice to keep it together on my way home. So this happened. For some reason.

不知为何,发现自己最近常不自禁地试着在茫茫人海中寻找你的身影。

思念吗?还是欲望。

我的自私让太多人伤痕累累地离开。

我的自私让我好害怕。

太多次;不能再发生。

心,麻了。

Beautiful things don’t ask for attention
Nice morning sunlight on my cluttered bedroom wall.

Nice morning sunlight on my cluttered bedroom wall.