the very first time i tried caribbean food was in san francisco, at this exact same restaurant. i was 19 at the time, not yet legal to drink in the states, but the english doctor ordered us a big pitcher of sangria anyway. i drank it down, the wine and his love. it was what true happiness tasted like.
years later, i found the same bliss in you. but you took it away as quickly as you had given it. you left me addicted to this powerlessness, chasing relentlessly for it ever since.
i’d do anything to be happy again.
22/4/14 | 3:26pm | 1 note | Comments
the last few times i’ve taken a bath, i cried. this time, i didn’t. i won’t.
22/4/14 | 11:09am | Comments
i’ve been blind, too blind to tell false from true. i’ve been so busy running, never stopped to think where i was running to. but i’ve learned my lesson from the tears i’ve had to cry. sometimes it helps to take your time to sit alone and watch the world go by, ‘cause every day is new. thank god for this beautiful view.
i still love you.
22/4/14 | 7:48am | 2 notes | Comments
san francisco outfit #2. floral shirt, dries van noten; jacket, yves saint laurent; pants, vince; bag, alexander mcqueen; and platform brogues, dries van noten. (at InterContinental San Francisco)
21/4/14 | 1:46pm | Comments
palace of fine arts. i left my heart here for you. and if you do find it, if you still love me, bring it back to me.
20/4/14 | 9:33pm | Comments