GIVE ME THERAPY, I'M A WALKING TRAVESTY.

twentythree y.o. geographer, barista, yoga practitioner. University College London. born and bred in the lil' island of Singapore. constantly searching for answers. extremely flawed, especially when it comes to imposing standards on others, expecting too much, not knowing when to close her mouth (to shut the fuck up or to stop eating). too crazy for her own good and has to be taken with a massive handful of salt. adores backpacking, hitch-hiking, hill-walking, red wine, whiskey, cocktails, fine food and good conversations.
REMINDER:
"open your heart. someone will come. someone will come for you. but you'd have to open your heart first."


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Sunday, October 04, 2009
◔ 3:14 AM // ✎ 0 comment(s)
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FOR THE LOVE OF WANKY



i am sorry.
i am sorry wanky baby that i was a shitty parent.
i am sorry to gay cause i killed wanky.
i am sorry to everyone who loved wanky - i killed her.
i am sorry ):
and for the love for wanky.
today, will be the day i remember for the rest of my life.
it was the day i lost you wanky ):
wanky. you were always there for me. seeing you makes me smile.
i had you only for a week. but for this week. you cheered me up at least 3 times a day. this week has been turbulent, but you were always there for me.
wanky, i love you D:
i hope you are happy now... happy where you deserve to be.
and for the love of wanky.
everyone who wishes to say goodbye to wanky, feel free to come to my garden. she's where she deserves to be... she's home in the soil.
wanky you will be alive in my heart.
and the blood on my hands can never be washed away