等不到天黑 不敢凋谢的花蕾
绿叶在跟随 放开刺痛的滋味
今后不再怕天明 我想只是害怕清醒


The flower buds that don’t dare to wither before the sky is dark
Green leaves follow by releasing a painful taste
From now on I won’t be afraid of the dawn, I think I’m only afraid of being awake

JJ Lin - 她说 (via tatelophobia)
britney:same
pleatedjeans:

via
aseaofquotes:

Nicholson Baker, “Rarity”

aseaofquotes:

Nicholson Baker, “Rarity”


bubibu9394 ♡ do not edit.
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stunningpicture:

Chinese doctors bowing down to an 11 year old boy diagnosed with brain cancer who managed to save several lives by donating his organs to the hospital he was being treated shortly before his death.

stunningpicture:

Chinese doctors bowing down to an 11 year old boy diagnosed with brain cancer who managed to save several lives by donating his organs to the hospital he was being treated shortly before his death.

yeule:

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yeule:

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Fidelity

yousucksir:

Grade 11 Student:  “Sir, have you ever cheated on a girlfriend?”

Me:  “No.”

Him:  “What stopped you?”

Me:  “Have you ever hurt someone so bad that they look at you and you can’t ever forget that face?  And it makes looking in a mirror at yourself a disgusting experience?  As if the inside of your marked soul is suddenly there on your face for everyone to see?”

Him:  “No.”

Me:  “Neither have I.  And I want to keep it that way.”

Him:  “Truth.”

transparent-flowers:

Carnation. Dianthus caryophyllus. (x).

transparent-flowers:

Carnation. Dianthus caryophyllus. (x).

4am on the day of, am super sleepy. the forceful imminence (is that a word) of my departure has hammered in what a charmed existence i lead, and i don’t think that’s rose-coloured glasses. i’m acutely aware of how absurdly spoilt i am and how much i get away with.

unconditionally affectionate parents who never smother +++ friends supportive hilarious & equally laidback (that is a euphemism) in equal measure ++++ *mostly* cruised through one of the most stressful education systems in the world = i’ve never wanted for anything emotionally either. all my problems thus far have been of a wholly first world nature, self-inflicted because i am an emotional cesspool.

now that i’m leaving my 3-story piece of suburban idyll i’m cataloguing all the little details - taking a bus back home on a saturday morning, winding through geylang serai shophouses and then down glossy orchard road and past the ugly colonial buildings of bukit timah, both of which i grew up in. arriving home to our perpetually open stained-glass door, my grandma’s going-away hongbao with $50.10 inside (the ten cents presumably there for extra-auspiciousness), nyonya dumplings, shangrila mooncakes. squeezing into the audi for zi char later. batting my brothers’ hands away. i want to write all of this down in case i forget. 

new images, evoking shades of home when the english light catches at certain angles: a nightlight, bag of hundred-dollar sweaters, row of new shoes, all thrust at me by worried parents.

i’m playing camera obscura in the background and so happy but so sad. what is new, such is teenage solipsism. super sleepy yet again, just typing whatever nonsense floats from my brain to the forefront of my fingertips.. this is my excuse. just back from a late night curry party on the second floor of our stately brick manor and then outside into the black cold night to walk neighbours back home *and then* adjourning back downstairs to sit and talk on heated carpet floor till our tongues became sleepy and our words tripped lazily.

returned to crackers and tea with my roommates, one of whom cut his finger preparing a blood-sodden breakfast for us tomorrow. (our kitchen’s glass doors lead into a garden out of a frances hodgson burnett book!) and i’m snug in my huge room now… like i thought before i left, i’ve led an inordinately charmed life. i’ve always fit snugly in and now, even here, despite my plans to the contrary, have been almost forcibly swept into the Kenyan-Japanese-Azerbaijani-Korean-Kuwaiti-Taiwanese-Spanish-Filipino-SO MANY fold, out of my sad pool of homesickness. so, i don’t know… i guess i just want to remind myself i don’t deserve any of this and to pass kindness and caring along excessively and exceedingly. ~~~

inlovewiththewind:

day/night panoramas of MBS <3

I miss singapore.

(Source: noememirescomoantes)

cinelander:

Everywhere in the world, they hurt little girls. 

Game of Thrones (4x05) - First of His Name

“We don’t hurt little girls in Dorn,” Prince Oberyn tells Cersei.

“Everywhere in the world they hurt little girls,” Cersei says with a resigned, faraway stare, the light gone from her eyes.

Earlier this week The New York Times cornered George R.R. Martin, who has written and is still penning the books on which Game of Thrones is based (collectively, A Song of Ice and Fire) to discuss the “incidents of rape or sexual violence” that take place in his novels. Of course, Martin might have asked The Gray Lady the same thing about herself. Read more