December 2010
7 posts
4 days from now 6 years ago..
Today i feel a deep well of heartache located in my entire body: if sorrow were water, i would be drenched. I have no explanation.
It’s at times like this that i realise i have no-one i can really discuss anything with. I just attempted a phone call to my mum but that was entirely useless as she’s a drunk with little empathy and poor listening ability- by gum i fucking love her...
True love...
Is halving and de-pipping a bag of cherries, just because i don’t like spitting out pips.
Is peeling chestnuts when I don’t even like them!
Is sorting the pomegranate out and giving away most of it.
Is getting up and making drinks when you’re both really comfy.
Is stroking hair all night long.
Is rushing home to get ready for bed together.
Is carrying all the...
“Please believe that I am falling apart. I am not speaking metaphorically; nor is...”
– Midnight’s Children, Salman Rushdie (via expose)
I must admit.. i got bored of this book and never finished it. The writing was too small and hurt my eyes. The 4 chapters i read were written beautifully though.. i just couldn’t get who was who and what was happening :s