Finally, love & misadventure is safely in my possession.
its maroon cover had obviously became one of the leading of some reasons of the
purchase, which seemed like essential. For
the cheifreason is due to the fact that I’ve been following lang Leav’s quotes
for quite a while now. suffice to say, since the beginning of my blooming interest
in tumblr. Frankly speaking, there isn’t much that I adulate at heart, to my
surprise because to in all honesty, I thought there is more to it. Expectation could
really be a plunged killjoy. Nonetheless, it has been a warm read through hours
on the flight to KK, last Thursday.
A poem entitled – A dedication, remains one of the brightest
highlights of all.
I’ve always known of my doting towards the sight of sunrise
and sunset (preferably from the rigs/platform), which I envision myself doing
somewhere in the near future that is still impending by the way. That is a
hurtful, acidic bitter fact to swallow and live with whenever insecurity takes
over, once in a while. Suffice to say, that I love myself as a person a tad too
much hence soaking into pitchy melancholia is somehow never conveyed as an
option. Speaking of flecks of hope here.
(Dashboard Consfessional’s Vindicated is in the air)
After all, I do enjoy my job. The intermittent meaningless abyss
that lunged are the curios of my longing to feel what it is like in a different
environment. i think so. And for specifically that, I shall move forward,
levitating my efforts to the so-called aims.
Random fact: I miss strolling Paris during the night
overlooking golden and glinting Eiffel Tower.
