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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Saturday, February 22, 2014
◔ 7:47 PM // ✎ 0 comment(s)
❝ Half-drunk/Semi-conscious ❞

I hate how whenever both of us are at least half drunk whenever we are having a serious conversation.

I hate it because times like these I want to remember ever single word he said and hold it close in my heart.

I just remember phrases from yesterday, and given how Fiona loves remembering what people say in verbatim (usually to hold it against them)...

And given how I was so touched that I started crying yesterday... I would love to remember every word that he said to me.

But the only time that I will bring up my insecurities is when I am at least half drunk.

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I would love to post more thrilling things about my life like I used to in the past but I'm sorry I have nothing :'(

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