October 2009
1 post
Bags, Shoes & Pretty things.
I’m not sure if the title of my post has anything to do with what I’m about to say. Perhaps, just a litttle bit. It’s been 5 months since I started earning my own keep. I was so painfully broke during my post-graduate days, that it was not even funny. My lowest points were looking for coins around my room and skipping dinners with friends because I simply could not afford it.
Things are quite...
June 2009
1 post
April 2009
2 posts
March 2009
2 posts
February 2009
21 posts
Do you ever go into the Kitchen...
johnnyfive:
You look around in the fridge, freezer, all the cabinents, and see a whole lotta food and then think- I don’t want any of this fucking shit. And then realize you have plenty to eat but at the same time, you have nothing to eat. Yeah, fuck that.
i do this same thing, but with reference to my closet.
musicofmyheart24-7:
withinluwithoutlu:
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Fact
wildephotog:
FYI: Medicare pays for Viagra, but not hormone replacement for women. Yay.
how many years is it going to take for things like that to change?
Phoenix for Mac: Track down your thief. →
Trying out this version of Phoeix and I must say, it is rather impressive. Not only does it alert an unauthorized user on your laptop, it sends a Twitter message to your account and an email with the location details of your MacBook (there’s a Windows version as well) and a video recording via iSight. It’s just so… strangely awesome. There were some glitches with the Twitter...
musicofmyheart24-7:
kapi:
Don’t Stop ‘Til You...
“A flight attendant’s comment on a less than perfect landing: “We ask you to...”
– via an e-mail from my dad (via robot-heart)
French expressions you should have learned in... →
commacommachameleon:
Il y une couille dans le potage There is a problem here (literally: “there is a ball (i.e., testicule) in the soup”)
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“The only way to avoid being miserable is not to have enough leisure to wonder...”
– George Bernard Shaw (via littlemiss) (via libbylovesnyc) (via wildephotog)
post-birthday.
I think I’m going to start writing here. I used to keep a tumblr together with the lover, but after a fight of sorts some time ago, I decided to let that rest a bit. I hope it’s doing fine. I stll needed an outlet to write so I’m coming back here. :)
My birthday was a couple of days ago and I had such a beautiful one. The lover was simply amazing and planned eveything to a tee....
January 2009
1 post
October 2008
1 post
August 2008
2 posts
i feel like i’m stuck in a body that isn’t mine and doing things that i don’t really want to do. but it would be much easier if i knew exactly what i really want to do.
July 2008
17 posts
it’s a sunday. sitting here in my hall, infront of the TV with a random movie that is playing. i’m feeling so unsettled. monday has not even started, and the blues are crashing in through the window.
“Excellent wretch! Perdition catch my soul But I do love thee! And when I love...”
– Shakespeare’s Othello. Act 3 Scene 3. One of my favourite lines from ‘Othello’, one of Shakespeare’s greatest and unconventional tragedies that I’m currently teaching in school. :)
Don't think. Just write. →
I carefully held the petals of the flower between my thumb and my finger. It looked so precious and quiet. But it spoke to me. In a quiet voice. In a quietly demanding voice to hear and be heard. It looked so beautiful, held in my hand. Its softness and its lushness speaking to me.
[HerWonderland] My entry feels *so* gay. :P
commacommachameleon:
antoinetta:
hydrogen:
...
“omg, i love you and we should have children. they’d be pretty like ponies.”
– drunktext. (via johnnyfive)
Strangers, waiting, up and down the boulevard...
i’ve taken a hiatus. a rather long one, i’m afraid. i guess i’ve been too busy counting my blessings and soaking in every single day. i’m blessed with family, love, friends, a career, everything a girl could possibly ask for.
in this same vein, i have a confession to make. something more materialistic and nothing to do with counting blessings. :) i have fallen in love...
June 2008
12 posts
“Once an individual becomes receptive [to infatuation], though, he or she is in...”
– Helen E Fisher, Anatomy of Love (via miss-r)