one day i'll invent a colour

when i used to be younger and more idealistic, i would say “someday i’ll fly away”.
but i don’t think that anymore, not even when i see pictures like these.

i think in truth i’ll miss life as i know it too much, i’ll be bored in a castle all alone, and if i went with one other person (the “prince” that little girls dream of living happily ever after with) we’ll probably start getting on each other nerves a little bit too much after a while.

i’ll probably facebook so much it wouldn’t be funny and it’ll just make me miss contact with the rest of the world too much.

also, maybe it means that i’ve become quite dependent on etc things. where were the days where i was happy, and content?

maybe someday i’ll (re)understand.

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pet jellyfishies! :)

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oh for a view like this! :)

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if i had a room like this to tuck kids in, i might not be so apprehensive about having some.. :)

they’re sports shoes, if you please :)

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i think it might be fair analysis to say that people get married (and have children) for 3 reasons-

1) mistake/accident;
2) out of love;
3) fear of loneliness.

i guess its unrealistic to say that (3) can completely not be a factor (maybe unless (2) overrides) but i want (2) to be the reason i get married (and/or if i have kids)

(1) obviously sucks. and right now (2) does not (yet) exist.

so till then, :)

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smoke your little smoke, drink your little drink,
try to make sense of the things that you think
Pomplamoose + Ben Folds + Nick Hornby

I came home from work today feeling a little bit jaded, feeling a little bit down;
but i resolve that my life will never be boring and that i’ll never let the right-here-right-now bog me down.

:)

my life will be wonderful, you can bet on that.
the race can give, or not give, me what they want or don’t want,
but i will be happy, you can bet on that.

because there are people i love, and people who love me,
and a god who has got me in his hands.

and life, really, is not about how much i earn or how big a house i have,
and i will keep laughing because this world, its huge,
and i will keep trying, and eventually i’ll get-

enough.

past 2012 and beyond! :)

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isn’t it funny, if it is funny at all, how sometimes we wait forever for something- a phone call, something to happen, a chance, and then when it comes along we completely miss it- i don’t hear the phone ring, i injured myself, i was watching something instead.

but i guess sometimes i’m not waiting for anything, i’m not trying, i didn’t even imagine something as beautiful as that might happen; and then it does.

sometimes we fight for our dreams, and in doing so crush up the text of a fairy-tale that we don’t realize we’re in.

princesses don’t choose to be/fight to be in a fairy tale; it’s a fairy tale because they’re princesses. all they do is be as lovely as can be and as beautiful from the deepest recesses of their being. they look inwards and not out.