If they send the wolves, I'll join the wolves and I'll return some day with my teeth sharper and my blood hotter. I'll be the dog by your grave with a hanging tongue and a ribcage and a chewed-up tail, howling with my last exhale, an army of lovers cannot fail.
I find it sad that I don't blog anymore. Well, I think this way: I haven't got any inspiration to blog and if I were to, I'll blog about my daily life which is mundane and depressing, to say the least. Also, I'm hanging out with people who don't just whip their cameras out in the middle of nowhere to "OH MY GOSH, LET'S TAKE SOME PHOTOS" hence, I can't be a Celeste Chen. But then again, it's always while blogging about my daily life that I discover some tiny weeny aspects of life that I've missed out and hence gather my "inspiration" if I may call it that. But (alas)(yes), I've given writing up.
I find it sad that I don't blog anymore. Well, I think this way: I haven't got any inspiration to blog and if I were to, I'll blog about my daily life which is mundane and depressing, to say the least. Also, I'm hanging out with people who don't just whip their cameras out in the middle of nowhere to "OH MY GOSH, LET'S TAKE SOME PHOTOS" hence, I can't be a Celeste Chen. But then again, it's always while blogging about my daily life that I discover some tiny weeny aspects of life that I've missed out and hence gather my "inspiration" if I may call it that. But (alas)(yes), I've given writing up.
Comments