oops… i blinked

right now it’s 2145 hours; the date 14/11/14. I just woke up from the nap I took after coming back from my last tutorial of the day. I woke up wondering why my entire floor was so quiet and why hall was so empty, and then it hit me: it’s a Friday night and I…

a little bit of inspiration

someone’s dining room, some time between midnight and dawn. the room has a leftist, affluent feel. opens to an area lit dimly by a single bulb. Clarissa is sat at the dining table, typing away. a pen drops. Clarissa pauses; the pen has dropped too far below; noises associated with stretching after long periods of inactivity…

i’m trying to find the right words to say…

…but it’s gonna take me some time. the past month (and a week) has been a whirlwind of emotions (thankfully, more good than bad) but I really need to anchor myself before I can let my thoughts flow freely. hopefully these thoughts will be formed into words tomorrow (or Monday, latest) and I can really…

“he was proud of her, he admired her, and at that moment he was conscious of life as something good and he fell in love with her all over again. this consciousness of love took the form of a deep patience inhabiting him, rather than a feeling of cheer or even hope”.

day 6 of APAD and I feel rather reminiscent— was scrolling through my instagram account and found this photo I posted two years ago (!!!) it thus goes without saying that I felt like I just HAD to post this on day 6 new beginnings date: 1st february, 2012 “He was proud of her, he…