Even so, there were times I saw freshness and beauty. I could smell the air, and I really loved rock ‘n’ roll. Tears were warm, and girls were beautiful, like dreams. I liked movie theaters, the darkness and intimacy, and I liked the deep, sad summer nights.
Haruki Murakami, Dance Dance Dance (via velvetnyc)
Remember when I thought you looked hot and tempting? Well I guess I was wrong all this while. I mean look at the food, they’re tempting they’re hot they’re edible plus they don’t break hearts! 🤤
Me losing 5% of my biochem carry mark, broke but still gave in to my cravings, exams coming up but still clueless of what’s what. So, here’s the closest I could get to smiling genuinely.
healing is not an overnight process. wounds will reopen, wounds will close, but always allow yourself to feel what you feel. it’s okay.
Greenhouse by Muir. Aesthetic environment with a classy vibe, however the food is priced affordably unlike most cafes with ridiculous pain-staking prices (coughs Jibby & Co coughs). My ordered food is moderate of taste, could be better I guess but the experience is magnifico.
It should start somewhere and somewhen. I honestly still let some things hanging in front of my vision. Those sweet memories, smiles and places – how can I remove them all. Too precious, but again it has to start somewhere.