This this this. Tumblr repulses me on many, many occasions with the amount of self-pitying, pain-glorifying crap that appears on my dash. Pretty words that I no longer believe and just piss me off. To me, they scream and broadcast nothing but vanity, self-centredness, and an ironic blindness to their hypocrisy.
Dodging tomatoes: There are obviously exceptions to this blanket rule. But by and large, they are few and in between.
Hence why I got up at 5:30am this morning, despite having fully recovered from jetlag.
Need thicker blinds dammit.
And a quieter brain.
Cartier Love bracelet
“Unlike traditional bracelets, which are either wide enough to slip them over the hand onto the wrist or can readily be opened in order to put them on, the Love bracelet is designed to be opened only using a special screwdriver that is supplied with every bracelet. The screwdriver is also available in the form of a necklace, allowing the bracelet to be “locked” onto one person while the “key” is kept around the neck of another as a symbol for their commitment to their relationship.”
Sounds a little master-pet/slave relationship to me…
— Clementine von Radics
If you could make your own house motto and sigil, what would they be?
i think we can all relate to the motto of house bradley-west
this shirt would fit if it weren’t for boobs: a tragedy
that shirt would fit if i had boobs: the sequel
this shirt fits perfectly because my boobs are the right size: the fanfiction
my shirts always fit: a man’s tale
I know these quotes (and tumblr/internet/life in general) refer to romantic love; but I seldom read them thinking of Mantis, or any other boy.
Today is Father’s Day, ironic that this should be the day that I am not with my father, now back in London. I didn’t expect us to bond as we did, I didn’t plan to confess or weep as I did. Years of unsaid angst strangled together by love, unleashed. Painful, healthy, and long overdue.
I don’t remember saying a harder goodbye, or the slow, dull ache that crescendoed as days drew closer to the end. The rawness has yet to scab; and our last moments, his face, the lonely apartment… pull heavily on my heart.
You are over there, and I am over here… we should be together.
#Sunset over a #waterlily #pond/#lake in the #SummerPalace, #Beijing, #China. #pagoda
2 days until we leave again, but only one more night in your presence. 5 years earned us this one meeting; and it’s not enough, it’s not fair. I miss you more terribly than words can justly express, different from feeling for anyone else. A constant, benign ache.
I’m so happy we managed to talk. That I managed to tell you things, doubts, selfish admission of hurt which I’ve kept silent and therefore distanced our relationship for years. I know myself though. The depth of my love for you will never lessen, however time, sadness and cruel (even if well-intentioned) words from others will eventually taint our bond no matter how much I tell myself not to let them.
I love you very very much. Like I love her very very much. Maturity has come with the selfless understanding of what ‘love’ truly means. It’s a pretty awful definition, given our family situation. I wish desperately for you both to be happy. For her, it’s almost impossible now… but at least I will be around to look after her as much as I can; but you? I’m not here. I wish I can fly here every day but it’s halfway across the world! Since you left, I’ve never wished more than for teleportation to be possible. It’s awfully tragic, is it not?
It will hurt, and things will be excruciatingly difficult to adjust in the short to medium term. I hope in time, with the divorce over (seems a long way to go right now), you can find a new start and regain some of the lost happiness that our family has missed for t the last decade. Even if my doubts still torment me of what this new start could mean, your happiness is first. I would like to stop crying over your agony if nothing else.
2 days left. I should chirp up and be happy. Every moment is precious, every memory to be remembered.
#Rice #paddy #fields in #Pingan, #Guilin. Beautiful mirrors.
#dandan #noodles and fried #dumplings. Food is so cheap in #China (this is Y18, which is actually on the middle scale)! And the portions way too filling… Aie…
#koi #fish #pond. Love these colourful creatures! Very #oriental.