monday night in wally’s magic kitchen, bacon-wrapped, parsley goat cheese-stuffed turkey breast on a bed of pearl barley risotto, roasted beets and fingerling potatoes.
14/4/14 | 8:37pm | Comments
like how i sometimes cry for you at night. maybe we are looking at the same moon.
12/4/14 | 10:14pm | 21 notes | Comments
sometimes i wish i were my cat, lounging on the couch on a lazy sunday afternoon, oblivious to the cruelty of the world. i would never have to know heartbreak nor disappointment. i would know that i am safe. i would know that i am loved.
7/4/14 | 2:14am | Comments
pocahontas was my favourite movie growing up, but i never really knew what it meant. rewatching it tonight made me realise, that sometimes, it is better to let go.
5/4/14 | 10:44pm | 1 note | Comments
ON SINGLE GAY LIFE (PART UNE).
3 years, 11 months, 15 days.
i suppose, being single has its perks. the cat always gets fed. but i don’t always vacuum regularly. dust bunnies collect in the dark and hidden corners of the apartment, like my thoughts of you. sometimes i pretend i haven’t loved you late at night, and the extra hour of sleep is my reward for attempting. it does not always work. i don’t always eat dinner, hoping the brief famine will shed the weight i put on when i was happy. i do not always shave either, the laundry gets left on the floor. there is no one to impress anyway.
life becomes a predictable routine. emotions are numb, but they are tolerable. there are no more surprises. days become weeks, and weeks become months, then months become years. friday nights consist of takeout on the couch in front of the tv in undies. but being single has its perks. there are no more expensive last-minute flights to see you, and no more unexpected money to spend. for a grad student with limited funds, i suppose that is a good thing. instead, i wander aimlessly around the world, searching for that feeling i once found in you.
i’m still looking.
4/4/14 | 1:26am | 1 note | Comments