Liking Is for Cowards. Go for What Hurts →
How does this happen? I think, for one thing, that my love of birds became a portal to an important, less self-centered part of myself that I’d never even known existed. Instead of continuing to drift forward through my life as a global citizen, liking and disliking and withholding my commitment for some later date, I was forced to confront a self that I had to either straight-up accept or...
Book smelling →
I guess this will stop me from my bad habit of smelling new books in the bookstores.
I can never get a hang of tumblr or my dreams for...
Today, I woke up to a violent dream of me slapping someone in the face. The person honestly deserved it but it was disturbing to see how violent my subconscious can get. Haaa~ my painfully real dreams. -A-)