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Hello dear readers,
I know, I know. I’ve been a ghost cat. Heck, still am. I only surface myself, reveal once in a while to write or post a photograph. I’ve been loads better at living, and maybe failing miserably at blogging. Which makes me appreciate you guys more. Your messages never fail to make me smile. Making me want to still share my life through words and photos when right now, I’m really enjoying being more of a private person than before. So, I’m having a compilation of my writings; creative prose from words, A-Z. You can message me different words and I’ll write about ‘em. For example, for letter B, Buoyancy or Bridge, I’ll write away and tag the one that requested the word if it got chosen. For the first one, which is letter A. I get to choose. 
I guess this’ll serve as a mini update since you’ve come up to this point.

  • Holler, my acads are lookin’ really good managing to be a consistent Lister
  • I’ve still got a year left in college, and I am a mish mash of emotions and I am so fucking excited yet trembling inside with my knees weakening but my heart beaming
  • Getting lost, if you’re new here, is one of my hobbies. Literally and figuratively. The summer days have given me loads of time to think and my mind wandering in different directions give me this outburst and sometimes I try to hush it, sometimes I write about it on my journal
  • Too much time on the internet then disappearing for a week. Ahh, a break from the cyberworld is truly a treat
  • I’ve made amends with the ocean and it has taken a part of me. I long to kiss the shores and tip toe on corals yet again
  • I have a boyfriend, my first boyfriend. Ever. Okay. And I’m 19 (Oh it’s a nice feeling to say. Much much wonderful things are happening)
  • TPA is back on track, go check it out!
  • Opportunities, opportunities. Which ones to take?
  • For all those asking, my hair is a faded purple that became auburn with rich brown undertones and platinum blonde streaks and dark roots. And I snipped off my past belly button hair to a boobie length
  • Traditional art and I have renewed our friendship too, and we sat and talked about how it was when I was a child falling asleep drawing little mermaid and I ended up waking with a red and blue stain on my cheek
  • So much plans, so much growing up to do. I said, come back some other time I’m too busy reading a book and going to the castles of Ireland
  • I need to say hello again to someone, but I keep delaying to talk to her. I looked in the mirror, there she was
  • Can’t wait for more beach trips, nature trips, and other trips
  • 3AM and I are friends again and we meet often
  • It’s fucking hot and it’s making my skin hypersensitive again so I turn red
  • It’s nice to meet you new reader, there’s no turning back. Hahaha kidding. (Not kidding)
  • Hello old one, we’ll meet someday

There ya have it, I miss you too guys (to the ones who messaged me that they miss my stories) also even if you don’t miss me, I miss you too. Haha my fingers are having a coma now. So, how are you?

Drugs for my friends. Cos I’m such a good influence. Hahaha Kidd. Capsule letters for the last day of the term! ❤

Drugs for my friends. Cos I’m such a good influence. Hahaha Kidd. Capsule letters for the last day of the term! ❤

The pitter pattering of the rain on the window sills,

on your bare skin,

and on your lashes camouflaging tears.

—Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray (via thelovewhisperer)

Little bird, little bird.

Are you scared and utterly bewildered?

Wafting across the idle space,

Is this just another phase?

For days and days you try to find,

that fearless soul and serene mind.

You ask yourself, ‘fight or flight?’

While you take on days with all your might.

Maybe soon this all will end,

Where you don’t have to smile nor chirp to pretend.

When you think there’s no one you can rely,

Smile little bird, and say, 'I've got what it takes to fly'.

I always wonder why birds stay in the same place when they can fly anywhere on the earth. Then I ask myself the same question.

Someday, that day will come, when that unplanned trip happens just because we want to escape, run free and get lost. Wherein i’ll pack my clothes, get money and just go out to the open road for miles and miles and miles. Friends with me or whoever is that someone to keep me company. To feel alive just because. Windows down, chilly wind running through my hair, good music that you’ve never heard of, deep conversations, city lights to northern lights, as buildings fade to trees, as roads meet the shore, as the sun dips down to the other side of the world and the night sky is embedded with stars, we’ll just go on and on, having the adventure of a lifetime. 

Dusk(n.) When the skies are painted in gradients of pink and orange. And we have little infinities within our afternoon walks.

I wish we are all aware that we are dying one day at a time & we should all try to live & do good & love & be happy & breathe & laugh & live.

I remember watching you fall asleep like a kid. After I fell asleep with my head on your lap. Voices uttering stories inside a room in the middle of the woods, we fell asleep just before sunrise beamed through the glass doors in a place far from home, but felt like home.

I remember watching you fall asleep like a kid. After I fell asleep with my head on your lap. Voices uttering stories inside a room in the middle of the woods, we fell asleep just before sunrise beamed through the glass doors in a place far from home, but felt like home.

Letters never fail. They contain more than just mere words, they are alive; words from another soul’s heart. It is an attempt to explain a hint of the whole of what you feel.