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08 April 2010 @ 03:50 pm
goodbye coloursss
i moved on (:
i'll just let you die here yeah?
so long.
 
 
08 April 2010 @ 01:19 am





i figured i always post the same photos
its time to update them
spend some time with them
cam whore
show how much i care,miss and love them.
i do not want to take any of them for granted
thanks gerald for today, love.
and steve, welcome back you horrid shopperholic!
i don't wanna go shopping with you anymore ehheh
to you, thanks for being unappreciative (:
esther don't be aghast, apprehensive, abashed
alas, goodnight abyssmal world


 
 
06 April 2010 @ 10:03 pm
 what happens when three bored people come together?




 

we bake unexpectedly.
i know it looks gross but it taste goood
blame it on poor camera quality (:
thanks for the great day spent

i hope you checked your letter box
i didn't forget.
 
 
04 April 2010 @ 12:09 am
 

its so many miles and so long since i've met you
don't even know what i'll find when i get to you
but suddenly now, i know where i belong
its many hundred miles and it won't be long
 
 
HEY STRANGER
02 April 2010 @ 02:11 am
i never knew
words
knowledge
could hurt that much.
i should stop,
help.

 
 
HEY STRANGER
02 April 2010 @ 12:53 am
a pig on fire is seen as bacon to others
they don't know what lies beneath
so, you're the master of manipulation.
i hope its an unmitigated disaster.
don't get invovled in internal rifts
don't snivel esther, its annoying.

i wish you knew what i was thinking/feeling

 
 
HEY STRANGER
31 March 2010 @ 12:54 am













yeah.
funny how painted skies works.


 
 
HEY STRANGER
30 March 2010 @ 01:10 pm
dear you:

serenity in daylight
would seem almost absurd.
too sentimental,
surreal and
inaccurate.
but take joy my friend
even though the sky above you darkens
for God and i will be here
waiting for you to return.
don't lose heart.
paint your skies a vibrant colour
and you'll be fine

love,
me

 
 
27 March 2010 @ 01:39 pm

am i happy?
no.

 

 



i hate it when it ends at ttyl

 
 
21 March 2010 @ 10:42 pm
i wish for a plenitude of sunshine
but its just a mirage.
there's a lack of colour
where's my mirth?
its bursting at the seams
i hate to think that i'm parched because of you
i mean it when i say i hate you