The self is what one knows best and least at the same time


Words can be restricting sometimes.

There are always tons of things still stuck in my chest even after a nice long chat. Or maybe an extremely long letter addressed to nobody.

Emotions are wonderful yet silly things.




Today's an "L" day and it spells lethargic and nothing else.

I've got my SOVA paper in 4 hours but I can't bring myself to read anything cause today's an L day.

I seriously, really (argh such restricting words) love Marc Quinn's ideas and concepts behind his sculptures though. They're real yet fake and fake yet real, thought provoking, no?



Eternal spring: Sunflowers