Misty Forest | by Raimund Matros.
you taught me to love myself by not loving me at all
Am i photo blogging more than before already? Thanks to a lot of photo sessions lately, i have a ton to share. They are all cramped up in a folder waiting to be sent out. These should at least make me a “frequent blogger” til the end of September. Hehe.
Anyway, the Sunday that passed by was a productive day-before-first-day-of-classes day. After almost 4 months, I finally had the time (just coz i was lazy during the break hehe) to hang my paper cranes. They weren’t a lot but I’m okay with it. I hang the cranes above my bed so waking up felt twice harder. Haha.
Lastly, I’m officially a junior. Doesn’t sound that exciting though noh? Well, I think I’m just so preoccupied with a lot of org works that i can’t feel the student vibe yet. Ciao!
Louise Élisabeth Vigée Le Brun, Madame Grande (Detail), 1783
i get frustrated when i dont get a joke that has like 200k notes like what is it that 200,000 people understand that i dont
on my grave i want VIP not RIP
yeah boyfriends are pretty cool but have u ever heard of chocolate fountains