- shapely silhouettes
- secrets of the morning moon
- bruises on pale skin
- fragile gazes by the greens
- yearnings for tenderness
- i’ve been wish-making quite ardently, because nothing good ever happens to me (how sad).
- i’ve been falling quite carelessly, for eyes that sparkle and chests that pound (how lovely).
- i hope May plants bluebells in all of its days; i wish to bloom, too.
excuses
ducks
lub dub woosh
irregular shapes
lies and surprises
gratin
azuki beans
carelessness
dimples
the things he does to make me notice him are unbearably funny and cute and they make me laugh or grimace, but unusually the latter. my name is something of a song to him and he sings it nonchalantly, well, most of the time he shouts it across an expanse and the syllables waft into the canals of my ears and test me until i’m lucid amidst my madness. he whispers about my beauty, i overheard a striking praise once but i disposed of it for fear of a reckless pursuit. his voice mellows to a gentle slur when we talk, his face softens and his ears do a little shimmy and tufts of his hair flit towards the ceiling and then fall slowly, like sinking ships. today he chanced upon a photo of me in a pleated skirt taken this one special day when i wore my hair down and he let out a sigh. it sounded tender, mostly, and quite romantic, and later he did this thing where he blew me a kiss with his eyes and i had to look away.
plump blueberries
romantic stories
pillow-soft cakes
shimmery lakes
half-bloomed flowers
long, warm showers
humorous eyes
feeling butterflies
reading into the night
these are a few of the things i like.
twelve days ago, i turned twenty.
i learned to use a lighter fearlessly, wrote a paper on poetry and medicine, cooked unearthly numbers of plum pudding, dipped my legs in floral ink, cried while reading handwritten dedications, told white lies for good karma and slid my hands down a pair of sculptured arms.
in a very strange, celestial way, these encounters and achievements help me understand my existence, and always, make mundane days exceptional.
happy birthday to you, James F! to me, you are grade A perfect, and deserving of the finest things! i can’t get enough of your brown hair and artistic flair … love, L
it will be the first day of second year in a few hours’ time. bad news: i have savage beasts in my stomach which i’ve failed to tame with old wives’ tales. thing is, i haven’t felt this nervous since the morning of my final exam last year, having marooned myself in a toilet cubicle because i refused to be caught dead looking pale, in shivers, nauseous and cold. my mind is in circles, and i am acutely uneasy, but i think, with whatever sense i have left, i do know why i am feeling so poorly. perhaps it wouldn’t be too clever to write down in words because this miserable feeling could become abnormally visceral and real and i would want nothing like that to happen, especially in the presence of new faces.
i should pour myself a warm drink, munch on some toast before leaving tomorrow and wear my faithful black jeans; breakfasts and lucky charms always work wonders, don’t they?
i just came out of the shower, dressed myself in a pyjamas combination and realised that i haven’t worn this exact combination in quite a few months, last i remember i was miles away from home. i feel a sense of unjustifiable comfort in this peach shorts and blue shirt ensemble, and also some awkwardness because this outfit months ago fit a reflection that i cannot yearn to have back in my possession. i was a smudge of grey on quivering air, often overzealous, inspiring in myself a protective feeling that came across plenty as aloofness. fortunately now in peach and blue, i seem more content, altogether happier than i’d ever seen myself.
i will watch a movie starring my most favourite unattainable man, and i may watch another about a king and his speech. well, anyway, what am i talking about? it’s valentine’s day and i want to wish you angels a day of love and lovers. i promise some lovely picture posts certain to evoke memories of past and current loves after sunrise. goodnight ♥
