January 2012
14 posts
December 2011
8 posts
November 2011
25 posts
原来爱情并不是期限品，友情才是。
28.11.11,our 46th month
I look forward to spending the rest of my life with you.
-Me to you
Watching you leave
My eyes trace the lines of your face. The way your lips part when you smile, the gleam of your braces, the strong jawline of yours.
My hand reached out to touch your head, the prickly sensation of the newly shaved hair makes me grin.
We lay in bed and talked about things i don’t remember now, but what i remember is falling asleep uncomfortably next to you, feeling the motions of happiness.
Friends
Are we all entitled to have best friends? Who are they? What’s the criteria to be a best friend?
Are all these just terms said to make people feel good? Or do you really think that they are the best?
Calling someone your best friend, calling many people your best friends, calling seemingly almost everyone your best friend.
The term seemed overused. It doesn’t sound real to me...
I love you
means nothing at all when you say it so often, to almost everyone.
October 2011
26 posts
“It’s sad really. People rust. they evaporate. They slowly erase. And we wonder...”
– Christopher Gutierrez (via quotedocument)