Free

“No, I am not. I’m weak. And that’s why I pretend to be tough. If I let myself be weak, inside of myself, there’d be nothing left of me after a while. I think people shouldn’t be too easy on themselves. I need to be tough on myself because I’m weak, that’s all.” – Momoko Ryugasaki (Novala Takemoto), Kamikaze Girls 

And the thing is there’s something comforting in the fact that nothing’s really permanent. that no matter what i’m going through, who i am, what i think, what’s happening around me, it can always change. maybe good times don’t last, but at least bad times don’t last either. maybe i’m unsatisfied with who i am, but i’m not stuck that way. 

illusion

     
  
        “To deny that there was this dark side of life would be like pretending that the cold of winter was somehow only a temporary illusion, a way station on the way to the higher “reality” of long, warm, pleasant summers. But summer, it turned out, was no more real than the snow that melted in wintertime.”-David Guterson, Snow Falling on Cedars

Ramble

I know the happiness of our life depends upon the quality of our thoughts, and we try but maybe somethings don’t get better, but we do, we get better. we get stronger, even with the darkest thoughts around us, we learn to live with our situations as messy and ugly as they are. We fix what we can and we adapt to what we can’t. We try, we do the best we can do, and things will eventually pass, and happiness will find us..

 

Fall

Snowy London, I miss you

 

Saturday, Spent at the Market

undo

 

Everything has a beginning and an end. Life is just a cycle of starts and stops. There are ends we don’t desire, but they’re inevitable, we have to face them. I know that each and every one of you have felt, at one point, like you couldn’t go on. But then you found hope. There’s always some way to find hope. Remember that. It’s just a little bit horrifying just how quickly everything can fall to crap. Sometimes, it takes a huge loss to remind you of what you care about the most. Sometimes, you find yourself becoming stronger as a result, wiser, better equipped to deal with the next big disaster that comes along. Sometimes, but not always.

 

Once A December

“A bouquet of clumsy words: you know that place between sleep and awake where you’re still dreaming but it’s slowly slipping? I wish we could feel like that more often. I also wish I could click my fingers three times and be transported to anywhere I like. I wish that people didn’t always say ‘just wondering’ when you both know there was a real reason behind them asking. And I wish I could get lost in the stars. Listen, there’s a hell of a good universe next door, let’s go.” – E.E. Cummings

The Scent of Shadows

larmes de lavande

It’s necessary to transform pain into art. To give form to suffering.
Even if it’s just a common “wringing one’s hands in despair”. This
is also a convention of pain. Without convention there is no art.
At the same time it’s humiliating not to be able to speak
directly, to scream, to weep. It’s not enough.