Bliss.

Bliss.

Sunday, April 28, 2013

We found Dove in a Soapless Place.

Gosh.

Why do I always desire things that are beyond my reach?
In this case, I mean beneath me? But perhaps above me?
It's no laughing matter. Bah.

The hazard of having a public blog is that you live with the fear that your carefully cloaked mysteries may be unlocked by someone.

I love pretty houses. (Now, what's wrong in that? The only person who could vaguely understand this allusion thankfully doesn't read my blog)

Idle, wishful thinking aside, I'm here because I don't want to be there.
Took Papers today and died.
RIP.

(Atleast I'm not the only one who thinks Ed Westwick and Robert Pattinson look alike)



^A hopeless parody of We Found Love. Very apt right now.