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[Having eyes on a stranger, and mixing up with vile depression, half-baked into something romantic] I don't know you but I would give everything up in a blink of an eye if you would have asked me to
It hurts there, there, there and there.
(physically, mentally and somewhere in the soul)
The warmth of this autumn night
is killing me.
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Love to have fun but hate having the pressure to have fun. Hateful facts no.1: Festivals are the occasions of which fun rarely derive through spontaneously acts. Hateful facts no.2: Festivals in Hong Kong are all about girls dressing up as sluts and taking pictures of themselves then have them flashing around like trophies. Nothing against it, just that there could be less monotonous? so many people are doing this its not even remotely cool anymore. Mainstream wannabes: Everyone strive to be special in the same way and end up doing the same things, on their way sucking smaller individuals into the flow and the individuals striving to go mainstream too so the mainstream ends up bigger and bigger the deviation smaller and smaller. lets sit by the edge in discreet and wait till the day it floods.
so perfect, so bitter, we laugh then we choke.
im getting better at this urban hippie thing.
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Minor obsessions that light up my day.
Minor characters that light up my world.
What if there was the option
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sinful thoughts (that make me happy)
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[Architecture And I]
Sometimes I feel like I'm facing an ocean
and I had only just got wet
fucking parametrics.
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