Anonymous asked: What's your sexuality? Just curious. I don't mean to pry though :)
They were so close to each other that they preferred death to separation.– One Hundred Years of Solitude (Cien años de soledad, 1967) - Gabriel Garcia Marquez
My handwriting is terrible, but I don’t think she’ll mind. Merely because the room is littered with thought, casually written in felt tip on squares of paper. Annoyingly hidden among her items that she’ll find, collections of rants and styles hopefully sought, that’ll reveal a playful and thoughtful caper? Either way, my handwriting is real terrible, though the...
Just a thought
I can’t help it, I miss her. heart missing?
The creativity returns...
The writers block grips his mind like a Chinese finger trap to unsuspecting digits, and each time he tries to conjure up anything from the once large archive of creativity he finds an empty vessel. Nothing. It was never like this at all in the many years he devoted to his art, and he cannot understand why its like this, but its just the way he’s found himself as of late, lack lustre and...
I’m out my mind, You are out of town– I won’t let me - the Descendents
She doesn't know
She doesn’t know it, but I’m absolutely losing myself on the inside about her departing. It’s like a cold lump of sadness that I’m forced to swallow, and to hide under my sunny facade. She doesn’t know. The last 8 days have been just amazing, exploring a new world with her has been indescribable. Gravity was defied, boundaries were abolished and I fell deeper for...