Gd ole times

I've not migrated out of blogger rather, to build up my creative portfolio and link to 8flo, http://philosoapyyyy.tumblr.com/ was set up. This blog will still continue to exist as a space i share with friends.

sweet dreams are made of this

I had a dream

Priscilla Ahn - "Dream" from Paste Magazine on Vimeo.

Stolen out of Jo.

This kinda sums up how I've been feeling since Cancer the Yardstick. Sometimes, someone interesting comes along but it always almost ends up with nothing really worth remembering and time just whizzes by like a blur.

“Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up.

You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life... You give them a piece of you. They didn't ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore.

Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like 'maybe we should be just friends' turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love.”

- Neil Gaiman

Close encounters

Me: i had the weirdest dream yesterday
i was making out with a man with a stubble and things were getting hot
then i told him that i had to go to the loo
and i woke up went to the toilet

A: HAHAHAHA
that was quite funny

Me: but the dream didn't continue! After I went back to bed.

A: damn he left

I wish I could have met you 6 years ago. I wouldn't have been this fucked up.