When you’re supposed to be cleaning, but just end up playing with the stuff you find.
This is beautiful (:

This is beautiful (:

I AM BACK!

I have left Tumblr for a pretty long while, but I am happy to say that I am back for good. I am also working on a Wordpress blog, and I shall soon release the address. 

Yes, I haven’t posted in awhile. But I guess I’m back.
At least until I regain my sanity. Or a piece of myself.
I’m different now. I can’t tell if I’ve lost something or gained something. I can’t really tell, looking at myself.
But there are always the little signs.
My bracelets slip off my arms a little too easily. Shorts that were  once fit a little too snugly are now slipping off my hips. I can see  veins popping out in my skin I’ve never seen before. My stomach is  always, always flat. Sometimes it’s even concave. I can’t fill up my  dresses. I can see the bones below my collar bone. My cheeks are  hollowed inwards, and I can feel the skin against bone. I can see my ribs from behind my back.
I can’t recognise my own body.
I guess that’s what you get for hardly eating one and a half meal a day, but I’m hungry all the time.
If only I could shed off every hurt and every emotion, every piece of insanity, as easily.
I’m thinking about moving back to wordpress. It’s less crowded there. 

Yes, I haven’t posted in awhile. But I guess I’m back.

At least until I regain my sanity. Or a piece of myself.

I’m different now. I can’t tell if I’ve lost something or gained something. I can’t really tell, looking at myself.

But there are always the little signs.

My bracelets slip off my arms a little too easily. Shorts that were once fit a little too snugly are now slipping off my hips. I can see veins popping out in my skin I’ve never seen before. My stomach is always, always flat. Sometimes it’s even concave. I can’t fill up my dresses. I can see the bones below my collar bone. My cheeks are hollowed inwards, and I can feel the skin against bone. I can see my ribs from behind my back.

I can’t recognise my own body.

I guess that’s what you get for hardly eating one and a half meal a day, but I’m hungry all the time.

If only I could shed off every hurt and every emotion, every piece of insanity, as easily.

I’m thinking about moving back to wordpress. It’s less crowded there. 

Pencil on paperDone tonight around midnightIt’s a platypus!
(and a haiku to boot, woohoo!)

Pencil on paper
Done tonight around midnight
It’s a platypus!

(and a haiku to boot, woohoo!)

*swoon*
hashbrowncult:

suicideblonde:

Johnny Depp and Tim Burton photographed by Marc Hom

smoke smoke smoke

*swoon*

hashbrowncult:

suicideblonde:

Johnny Depp and Tim Burton photographed by Marc Hom

smoke smoke smoke