"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




"To love would be an awfully big adventure"

Thursday, July 25, 2013 || 1:36 PM

So so tired. It's like living in a haze of rushing about - head spinning, heart pumping-ly fast~ Yet I guess it's a good thing to be distracted. Just that sometimes it feels like I'm watching a TV show of life rather than living it you know? It's just this weird reserved awkwardness/disconnect, almost couldn't handle talking with a customer seated at the bar during an epic 14-hour shift who kept wanting to know why i wasn't "open", felt the lump of tears threatening to spill. Conversation fail haha, too emotional. Glad that everything's fine I guess, can't complain, this mess has to work itself out sometime. To have some faith, trust and maybe some pixie dust too thanks~ haha -.-