Forget your personal tragedy. We are all bitched from the start and you...– Ernest Hemingway (via writehimoff)
The Message Was Clear...
I cut myself with the letter opener. It’s been a week and my fingers are still trembling from the wound it left. The scar is not close to disappear. I see it, I feel it and it’s still burning. I can’t help the healing because I bleed everytime I play with it. It’s dripping on the letters, the words, the meaning of it all… It hurts. I’m losing so much blood, I am...
I’m not comfortable with how the story ends. We were lovers and now...– “You Still Hurt Me” by William Fitzsimmons. That Onemonthandahalf is carved in me for life How can this certain little period of time affect me this much? There were no strings attached but I feel so much nostalgia whenever I get my alone time now. It’s almost unbearable…
Just A Different Thursday Night
It was incomplete.
Writing Is My Therapy, Smiling Is My Disguise And...
Even if I try to smile, deep down inside, I got this little ache unconsciously making me pull it down my face. It’s the mystery behind it all that makes me feel a little miserable. I took a risk and now, I’m wondering… Did I make it out of fear? Or is this really what I want? I know I’m not ready. I could be. But I don’t want to invest myself… but now, I’m...
My Little Drug
It stings. It comes on hard. It runs through my blood vessels, causing traffic in my veins. It pumps my heart into an adrenaline rush. And then, it hits my brain. It soothes my soul. It makes me float. It makes me smile. Is this heaven?
I don’t want to. I just don’t want to. I don’t. I just don’t. The more I let myself into it, the more I get attached. The more I want. The more I need. More, more, more… it’s like an addiction, a little drug. I’m scared to have an overdose.
I Am Fearful
I don’t want to get blinded by lovely words, thoughtful moves, flirty manners… But how will I know if I don’t risk myself into it? I just don’t trust myself, don’t trust myself at all. It’s the infatuation that betrays me all the f*cking time… FOCUS NIKK!
s c o t t i e p h i m p h r a c h a n h: English:... →
Scottie Phimphrachanh. A long name similar to a lengthy, tall and slender bamboo tree. Standing high above, and bending along the lines composed by the winds of fate, time, and spontaneity. Born with both the ability to blend in to become a shade in a painting, and to stand out like the… Wow, splendidly written kid! :)
I Am Freedom!
Alicia Keys is an amazing bombshell with multiple talents. I look up to her as a true inspiration to any woman in the world. I saw her for the second time in concert and I am still amazed… she is breathtaking. (Despite of how things ended up, I still want to thank you for this wonderful gift…)