To love, to love, to love
May. 25th, 2023 12:05 amOh, but I'm quite small
And I never have it all together
And I'm just a girl who doesn't have any diamonds or pearls
But don't give me your pity
Cause there's more to life than pretty things
So I'll just give you me
- Five Foot Three by Flannel Graph
What's frustrating is I don't think I'm difficult to love. Send me a message telling me how much you miss me and how much you're willing to give to have me right beside you and I'd read it ten, fifty, a hundred times. Remember my favorite movies, my favorite episodes, the endings I don't like, and then send me photos of the sunset because you know how much I love it when the sky melts into hazy hues of oranges and red and purple. Don't forget to tell me you love me every day no matter how busy things could get, and I'd tell you I love you too because it's true. And I don't want to be the only one to tell you all the time. Pluck me a lonely flower because I love them and you love seeing that smile brighten up my face whenever I see you carrying a small yellow hibiscus. Then you'd tuck my hair to the side and settle the flower behind my ear, and then you'd tell me how pretty I look.
...Or maybe I'm getting a wee bit too carried away. I guess I just have a lot of room for love. Like, a lot. And you'd think binge-watching The Flash would help. If anything, I've now resorted to imagining Barry Allen carrying me, running to the highest of mountains at super-speed just to say, "Everywhere that is next to you is home, (my name)." *flails* Oh mein Gott. Ich bin verrückt. Ich bin tatsächlich verrückt. *sobs* I am irredeemable at this point.
Tonight is one quiet night, mes belles.
I should re-check my to-do list so I don't die from boredom...
1. Write essays about something, anything really. Doesn't have to make sense. Like if Van Gogh stumbled upon a time machine, what would happen?
2. Pretend I traveled to the future to solve my own death only to find out I had faked it, map pins and messy newspapers on the corkboard and all.
3. ...Things I'd do if I were to fake my death.
4. Read murder mysteries.
5. Watch murder mysteries because it's interesting despite being morbid.
6. Study... and actually think about all my responsibilities in life... naaaah.
7. More daydreaming.
Oh wells. That's my cue. \o/
And I never have it all together
And I'm just a girl who doesn't have any diamonds or pearls
But don't give me your pity
Cause there's more to life than pretty things
So I'll just give you me
- Five Foot Three by Flannel Graph
What's frustrating is I don't think I'm difficult to love. Send me a message telling me how much you miss me and how much you're willing to give to have me right beside you and I'd read it ten, fifty, a hundred times. Remember my favorite movies, my favorite episodes, the endings I don't like, and then send me photos of the sunset because you know how much I love it when the sky melts into hazy hues of oranges and red and purple. Don't forget to tell me you love me every day no matter how busy things could get, and I'd tell you I love you too because it's true. And I don't want to be the only one to tell you all the time. Pluck me a lonely flower because I love them and you love seeing that smile brighten up my face whenever I see you carrying a small yellow hibiscus. Then you'd tuck my hair to the side and settle the flower behind my ear, and then you'd tell me how pretty I look.
...Or maybe I'm getting a wee bit too carried away. I guess I just have a lot of room for love. Like, a lot. And you'd think binge-watching The Flash would help. If anything, I've now resorted to imagining Barry Allen carrying me, running to the highest of mountains at super-speed just to say, "Everywhere that is next to you is home, (my name)." *flails* Oh mein Gott. Ich bin verrückt. Ich bin tatsächlich verrückt. *sobs* I am irredeemable at this point.
Tonight is one quiet night, mes belles.
I should re-check my to-do list so I don't die from boredom...
1. Write essays about something, anything really. Doesn't have to make sense. Like if Van Gogh stumbled upon a time machine, what would happen?
2. Pretend I traveled to the future to solve my own death only to find out I had faked it, map pins and messy newspapers on the corkboard and all.
3. ...Things I'd do if I were to fake my death.
4. Read murder mysteries.
5. Watch murder mysteries because it's interesting despite being morbid.
6. Study... and actually think about all my responsibilities in life... naaaah.
7. More daydreaming.
Oh wells. That's my cue. \o/
Chance favors the prepared mind
May. 23rd, 2023 05:15 amA couple months ago during Physics, my professor said something that I still think about pretty often. "Chance favors the prepared mind." It's a quote from Louis Pasteur that means that the more knowledgeable you are—the more you're well-equipped in the mind, the better you can take advantage of the opportunities that come by.
Originally, I was going to keep these thoughts to myself until something silly happened that made me realize that it is by nature for human beings to forget. The simple and most obvious solution to that is to write these thoughts online. Nothing practically escapes the Internet in this day and age. I've always been a privacy freak, because hell would have to freeze over first before anyone who knows me in real life is granted the privilege to read the things I write online. *closes the AO3 tab that was conspicuously giving me a death stare*
Ahem. Anyway, as I was saying, since the human brain has not yet evolved to remember everything, it is but a flawed masterpiece that needs playing around with. I accidentally reset my phone—like, completely reset it, and because I was so very clever I did not choose to backup my files and a buncha other sentimental albums that I've compiled thus far. Like the cute train photo my boyfriend had sent me on his way to Egypt. Gone. Or the plane photos he took that overlooked a beautiful sunset from Munich. Then oh, my stupid notes! Darn it. I lost all the great quotes I've collected while watching Ben 10: Alien Force. :-[ Yesterday was a very sad day, beebs. So I took it upon myself to finally use the Dreamwidth account I'd been neglecting since day 1. I figured I'm sick of losing things all the time, whether to the feeble human brain or my frail logic... *coughs*
So hi! Call me Star, though it's fine if you want to get creative sometimes. I'm also a big Flash fan-girl, so maybe you can make up a name out of that information? :-]
Originally, I was going to keep these thoughts to myself until something silly happened that made me realize that it is by nature for human beings to forget. The simple and most obvious solution to that is to write these thoughts online. Nothing practically escapes the Internet in this day and age. I've always been a privacy freak, because hell would have to freeze over first before anyone who knows me in real life is granted the privilege to read the things I write online. *closes the AO3 tab that was conspicuously giving me a death stare*
Ahem. Anyway, as I was saying, since the human brain has not yet evolved to remember everything, it is but a flawed masterpiece that needs playing around with. I accidentally reset my phone—like, completely reset it, and because I was so very clever I did not choose to backup my files and a buncha other sentimental albums that I've compiled thus far. Like the cute train photo my boyfriend had sent me on his way to Egypt. Gone. Or the plane photos he took that overlooked a beautiful sunset from Munich. Then oh, my stupid notes! Darn it. I lost all the great quotes I've collected while watching Ben 10: Alien Force. :-[ Yesterday was a very sad day, beebs. So I took it upon myself to finally use the Dreamwidth account I'd been neglecting since day 1. I figured I'm sick of losing things all the time, whether to the feeble human brain or my frail logic... *coughs*
So hi! Call me Star, though it's fine if you want to get creative sometimes. I'm also a big Flash fan-girl, so maybe you can make up a name out of that information? :-]