soy and sake braised short ribs with shiitake mushrooms in wally’s magic kitchen tonight.
27/2/14 | 9:46pm | Comments
more often than not, i wish i could just fly away and never come back. abandon all that emotional baggage and heartache, and start anew in a foreign place.
18/2/14 | 7:18am | 1 note | Comments
moons, and junes, and ferris wheels,
the dizzy dancing way you feel
as every fairy tale comes real;
i’ve looked at love that way.
but now it’s just another show,
you leave ‘em laughing when you go.
and if you care, don’t let them know;
don’t give yourself away.
i’ve looked at love from both sides now,
from give and take, and still somehow
it’s love’s illusions i recall.
i really don’t know love at all.
really don’t know love at all….
15/2/14 | 11:17am | 40 notes | Comments
valentine’s day, 2014. i come to this neighbourhood restaurant fairly often, tonight was no different. but i suppose the waitress felt bad seeing me dine alone on valentine’s day, so she gave me a rose.
i guess this is my life from now on. dining alone, and eventually dying alone…
14/2/14 | 10:21pm | 2 notes | Comments