This moment

Oh what I would give,
to bottle up this moment,
Seal it with a kiss,
and keep it forever.

Turn it into a potion,
to drink on my rainy days,
when you aren’t there
right by my side.

Oh, what I would do,
to have this love drug,
in the form of happy pills,
with little smiley faces.

For love such as this
deserves to be kept,
for the days when
we feel sad or old.

So take my kisses
and my hugs,
wrap them in paper
to keep them safe.

Use it wisely,
ration them well
that way I’ll always be the one
to get you through your days.

shangHIGH!

Just got back from Shanghai at 12mn on Monday. So exhausted, but omg it was a great holiday. We looked like this every single night, cause alcohol there is so cheap. The weather was really sucky at first, but then the sun came up (: and that was good too. I’ll blog about this again, I feel like I could write a little Shanghai guide because there’s really so much to do and even more to drink (:

I’ll find my way home

After you get to know people, like really know them, you begin to see them for who they really are. Their vulnerabilities, their fears, their scars, it only makes them real.

And only when you see them like that, you can truly say that you know them. Everything before that was just foreplay, just interaction on the surface. Not completely meaningless, but not very meaningful either.

How many people know you like that, as compared to the number of people who know who you are? Now you know why you can never get rid of these people, they are so fucking hard to find.