"Second star to the right and straight on 'til morning"

“I'd like to help you doctor
Yes I really really would
But the din in my head
It's too much and it's no good
I'm standing in a windy tunnel
Shouting through the roar
And I'd like to give the information
You're asking for."


"All you need is trust and a little bit of pixie dust"

Hannah Murphy ♥ / 2/5/1991 / Singapore
“One writes of scars healed, a loose parallel to the pathology of the skin, but there is no such thing in the life of an individual. There are open wounds, shrunk sometimes to the size of a pin-prick but wounds still. The marks of suffering are more comparable to the loss of a finger, or of the sight of an eye. We may not miss them, either, for one minute in a year, but if we should there is nothing to be done about it.” ― F. Scott Fitzgerald, Tender Is the Night

"Never say goodbye because goodbye means going away and going away means forgetting"

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"To love would be an awfully big adventure"

Saturday, July 6, 2013 || 10:49 PM

Self indulgence. Plain and simple. Discipline begins now haha starting with not eating so much in Italy?!
It's like balloon sculpturing, you have a nice balloon sculpture but you can't be satisfied, just a tiny twerk and maybe it'll be even nicer but then *boom-pop* bye bye dream. You hold the fragments and you wonder wtf just happened. Then you have to think of a new one, to move on cos that's what you do in life. You imagine a new one, you begin on it, no longer like the old cos that's what you wanted to change in the first place wasn't it? The fragments still stay with you, a reminder of your endless grasping of that dream.

It's the dream that kills in the end doesn't it?