under helicopters of desire. . . says:
I don't feel like i could write my way out of a paper bag these days. Hell, I can't even come up with a non-cliched suitable metaphor for my recent inability to turn phrases into anything readable.
canice // if you find yourself caught in love. says:
you mean even for blogs?
under helicopters of desire. . . says:
when was the last time I wrote anything decent on my blog?
canice // if you find yourself caught in love. says:
you are generally a pretty good storyteller
canice // if you find yourself caught in love. says:
your need for a boyfriend is becoming evident though
under helicopters of desire. . . says:
my need for a boyfriend? What?!
canice // if you find yourself caught in love. says:
hahha hold on
canice // if you find yourself caught in love. says:
"If we were in love, we'd find random city gardens in the middle of winter. I'd crawl into the flower beds, not caring about the mud on my freshly washed jeans, and we'd take uninspired pictures and call them art." aiya
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