Memories are only memories. They are the past and I am sadly in the present now.
What the world needs is a return to sweetness and decency in the souls of its...– Roman Holiday
cinnamon rolls chocolate parfait truffle + green matcha tea macarons hot (white) chocolate atlas shrugged patience bliss love maybe, you
The other day, I stumbled upon someone’s top ten people they would like to have dinner with—dead or alive. I thought about it and I was so overwhelmed. … My list consists of my top thirteen people. I can list one hundred people though… T_T Hah! =P In alphabetical order: Alexander the Great Audrey Hepburn Ayn Rand Bertrand Russell George Sand John Keats Lord Tennyson Napoleon ...
How Mari relaxes:
It’s like a therapy! Usually, I bake to relieve my stress. I try to bake off the anger and insecurities that I have… Someone, I forgot who, told me that I need a more aggressive hobby like lacrosse or boxing. Lol. So I’d have an excuse to shove and hit people? T_T Another way is re-watching my Audrey Hepburn films! Today, I’ve decided to watch Breakfast at Tiffany’s...
Summer, come faster!
a new hobby
I’ve been dabbling into songwriting these days… and photography with my 60D. But at the same time I also want to start creating necklaces/bracelets like my Aunt from PH. :S I guess I’ll have to call her and ask for some materials. hmmm…
I miss you already.
Et de ratage en ratage, on s’habitue à ne jamais dépasser le stade du...– Hipolito, Amelie
my dearest, let's go on a roman holiday
I keep listening to love songs
when I am no where near in love.
I secretly like Sylvia Plath.
(And not just because she attended Smith College!) There is something I can’t explain in her poems. They’re miserable and dark yet it captures me. I have my moments where I’m as sullen and as depressed as her and I feel that she perfectly describes the certain essence of despair and loneliness that I sometimes feel. But going off-topic, I wanted to share a part of a poem from...
"since feeling is first" — e.e. cummings
since feeling is first who pays any attention to the syntax of things will never wholly kiss you; wholly to be a fool while Spring is in the world my blood approves, and kisses are a better fate than wisdom lady i swear by all flowers. Don’t cry —the best gesture of my brain is less than your eyelids’ flutter which says we are for each other: then laugh, leaning back in my...
Like me, you seem to be also good at avoiding your feelings.
For a long time, I was trying to think of what I should say to you. And today, I finally realized what I needed to tell you… It’s over.