identify your moment of weakness kind of moment

i need me one of those 'Quest for immortality-the world of ancient Egypt' exhibition, baileys bourbon ice-cream, killer sex day (s).

well, before 5th April anyways.

Look ma, something growin' in my head

I plain forgot I missed you. I'd like to say it was something insanely romantic that brought you right back to the forefront but because it was so minute and dangerously inconsequential, I've come to the realization that conscientiously-buried sentiments are the ones that surprise you the most.

It was your frikkin hand. Yes, memories are lethal like that.
No memoria technica needed here.

Nobody comes close anymore. Nobody.

control is not overrated

five long months till i get my chevy.
here's to something i like to think i can control.

Go on, take one to the heart

Almost feels like a mock-transitionary period, paving the way for something massive awesome.

Pre-fabulousness, it resembles a mid-life crisis, but really, I think it’s a stack-up of emotions; undealt with and carelessly tossed in a pile.

It’s a dark, empty period where darkness takes no shape, only to tease in the form of over-hyped promises getting in over their heads.

It’s no longer distaste for the uncertain & the frail at heart, but rather, ascribing to the belief that life is briefer than we think.

That said, patience has never been a trait I could call my own

it might not be love, but it sure is lust

When I look back on the night slash morning,
your hotness overwhelms.




So, stop it with the sexy smoke rings.

please handle with care

After requesting for it, I watched him attempt smoke rings because they’re my favourite. And for a fleeting moment, the love of my life didn’t register nary a blip.

This beautiful apparition did something to my well-worn heart plagued by the haziness of cheap merlot.

To the rest that are or were intending to entrust their hearts, I can’t handle and baby your feelings. Reciprocating seems like a ghastly option and yes, it’s panning out to be a one-sided affair. Because I’m too busy tending to my ailing heart and my plate’s full. and it also makes perfect sense.

And all your whims about how love is not to be shunned and should rightly be embraced with good faith is starting to make me think I’m not the only fool around. We are all circus freaks. Wearing our hearts on our sleeves.

Not to mention starting to grate on my nerves.

Honestly, if I had my way, you should all meet because I’ve gotten weary of playing the part of middleman - of complete acceptance of love and debilitating fear.

If we're lucky, someone might learn something.

these electric dreams

You chose peace over me.
How, in all sanity, did i think i could fight that?

We conveniently forget that only settles your waking hours.