“Because you are beautiful. I enjoy looking at beautiful people, and I decided a while ago not to deny myself the simpler pleasures of existence”
― John Green, The Fault in Our Stars
a scientific analysis of the molly hooper kiss
Gotta be dead for a couple of years
Haha. Oh my God. I am laughing so hard right now.
the science of the sherlolly kiss…hahaha!
Showing up at your best friends house uninvited.
I am not perfect and I will never become one. However, please let me keep you. I know I have my own flaws that annoy you most of the time. I keep extra baggage which I can’t let go of. I am clingy and possessive and difficult to deal with. I can’t be those perfect girls on TV. I won’t always know…
Each photo is 12 minutes apart, assembled with no measurements in place (obviously) with Photoshop. No exposure adjustments or color compensations.
A road trip to where we meet. It’s wonderful to go back, to go back to the place where we meet. Where’s the exact spot where we meet again? No one knows because I never thought of that place to become this meaningful to me. The roads, the houses and buildings that passed me by; they’re all nothing to me but rocks and steels but they all become remarkable to me when I accidentally met you there. It’s like if I haven’t taken that road, if I haven’t went there, if I haven’t thought of going out that particular day and time; those hundred chances that I may not met you, even if an hour passed by or I was an hour late I won’t meet you and that one chance that I can meet you; still happened. It is fate; the sequences of the events are perfectly arranged for us. I want to believe I met you for certain reasons, that I met you because you’re going to be a part of my life. It happened; you occupied one of the rooms inside my heart. The roads, the houses and buildings that passed me by, they are all now reminds me of you. On how I met you, on how I believed that it was meant to be. I went there again, and it felt different than before, the overwhelming memories of retrospecting. What saddens me then? I can go back to that place again and again, but I will never meet you because you’re already gone.
6 am at it’s finest
An American soldier kisses his girlfriend goodbye at Penn Station, New York, 1944.
i woke up to an unfamiliar feeling
as i reach out my hand beside me
as if i wanted to hug something,
i opened my eyes and through the dark
i looked at the pillow you used -
cold, empty, untouched
because you’re not by my side
and i started crying
whispering, “come back”
hugging the pillow, too
because it still smells like you
and that’s all i have of you right now