take the virgin-whore dichotomy quiz.

and go to mewing.net. where we’re all studs.

my style of love is:

EROS

I believe in true love and love at first sight. Physical attraction is paramount.

what’s your style of love? | mewing.net. where love goes to die.

that’s not true! well, a little. (pink again!)

There’s a part of me you’ll never know

The only thing I’ll never show.

Hopelessly

I’ll love you endlessly

Hopelessly I’ll give you everything

But I won’t give you up

I won’t let you down

I won’t leave you falling

If the moment ever comes

It’s plain to see

It’s trying to speak

Cherished dreams forever asleep.

Hopelessly

I’ll love you endlessly

Hopelessly I’ll give you everything

But I won’t give you up

I won’t let you down

I won’t leave you falling

If the moment ever comes

Endlessly – Muse

and this is for you.

and milquetoast is such a pretty word!

notes to myself

1. the new paper is totally unreliable. i had to delete my previous post because of that. cross referencing from liverpool.fc.tv and soccernet.com helps.

2. hunger pangs sucks.

3. a house with no other food sucks.

4. spaghetti takes half an hour to prepare.

5. is there any other friggin way to take the noodles out apart from using forks? ah well yes a sieve. -_-

your bitch.

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god. it’s pink. -_-

pink lips that last for three days, of permanence and intransigence.

and using jocey as a term of endearment for joce doesn’t quite have the same effect as what pakky does for pak.

hahahah copying and pasting scandalous birthday messages in the middle of the morning is so delightfully fun! the matthew/jesley/risse/jocelyn love rectangle. nods.

-hides-

and today has been one of old candles.

you msged me about him, a day before his birthday after not talking to me for years. what else can i say.

thoughts of the day (many)

and today i have come to the conclusion that pak is a very stupid boy, mediocre at best, unbrilliant often.

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and when i bathe, i will wash it off me. wash what you ask, and i tell you its on me. open your eyes and see.

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having answers to questions make you stupid, because questions are meant to doubt and challenge and having answers to them is like possessing a convenient escape route for yourself where you can run to and hollow in, thinking yourself safe from the groping unescaping grasp of things you’re unsure of.

questions make you think and wonder about other possiblities, if only you will see.

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and today on the bus home, i felt like crying but i will not tell you why.