Ugh I fucking hate Easter
So tired but so much work left to do I am dead I am dead
Just had a 3, 4-hour nap, and I don’t remember anything from my dream/s other than the fact that I got an ugly ass annoying dog who had Harvey Keitel’s face.
Anonymous: hello! i was wondering if you were still looking for asian-australian women to share their experiences on mental illness? (that was you right? i apologise if it wasnt)
Yes it was, and yes I am! PM me!
Tsim Sha Tsui. Also can I just point out that Wang Zhi Hong’s personal Tumblr is, like, really freaking good and I want to reblog everything?
"Language is a skin: I rub my language against the other. It is as if I had words instead of fingers, or fingers at the tip of my words. My language trembles with desire. The emotion derives from a double contact: on the one hand, a whole activity of discourse discreetly, indirectly focuses upon a single signified, which is “I desire you,” and releases, nourishes, ramifies it to the point of explosion (language experiences orgasm upon touching itself); on the other hand, I enwrap the other in my words, I caress, brush against, talk up this contact, I extend myself to make the commentary to which I submit the relation endure."
— Roland Barthes, A Lover’s Discourse: Fragments (via frauleinzooey
Trying to keep up with -I don’t know, society in general?- by trying to manage and utilise multiple social media accounts at once, but realised today that I am just kind of bad at it. It being the internet. I am bad at the internet.
God, spent so much money shopping online this month (the joke is that it’s only the second week in); to think that I was this close to eating food out of the dumpster only two months ago.
Now that I have some money, it’s hard, y’know. Because I want to be philosophically ascetic, but with good wardrobe aesthetics.