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i
had
some
buttons.
but i lost them.
We always forget,
choose not to remember,
watch time eat us,
watch us eat us.
Everything’s about eating.
Time is made up of eating and eateries and entrées.
Friday, December 3, 2010
mmmm.
love december weather. and being at home and doing nothing. and lying in my singlet and fbt's on the couch when it's cold and sunny at the same time. and listening to good music while daydreaming and sipping on coffee/tea. and getting lost in the moment and not having to spend a single moment thinking about anything or anyone. absolutely amazing. sometimes i wish i could remain forever in just one single moment and not change anything. like a freeze frame or some shit. now that would be hella awesome.
on that note, i've come to realise that i only do truly care about a select few in my life and that's enough for me. (: also, i need to do more zen things because my temper has been flaring up recently. groan. alritey, nearly 3am, should be getting to bed. watching harry p. again tmr!! yayyy
brin bit this at ; 2:40 AM
because i'm queing, i'm waiting.
hola!
my name's brin.
i'm not Spanish, i just like using the word "hola".
i'm twenty-one, but only til' next year.
if you bring alan rickman to my house, i'll marry you.
okay, maybe not, but i'll give you some chocolate for the ride back.
just so i won't get arrested.
Thanks to:
Terry Richardson, for the lovely Macaulay Culkin photo which i've edited.
Celestial Star Brushes and Inobscuro Brushes.
Photobucket for hosting my crap.
And the words are by yours truly.
Remember, i love you, so don't rip me off.
Or else, í'll have to spank you.
