vertigo.

I think there’s something nice about travelling with friends. You learn so much more about each other, you put aside differences, learn to tolerate.. And in many instances, grow closer to each other than before. That’s the magic of facing each other for 5 weeks, having no one else, exploring and wandering a foreign land, ;)

Exactly a year ago, I was with two of the most amazing friends I could ever ask for in London & Paris. That five weeks spent together was truly unforgettable. Remembered how we spent my 19th looking for a farm that didn’t exist in the suburbs of London, how we had a nice lunch thanks to CH’s giving and kind family, and how I forced H to go last-minute shopping w me at Oxford Street on his birthday. :)

Miss you guys, and I’m waiting for Europe Trip Part II (preferably spain & portugal pls)

warm showers. when it’s almost burning hot, but not quite. the steady stream of hot air and mist escaping from the cubicle, the pink-reddish sheen on your skin when you’re done. the pounding of the water onto the tiled floor, and how it drowns out everything - noisy neighbours, the loud screech of someone dragging her chair across the floor (!), the radio playing.. everything’s blissfully drowned out. silent, but not quite. just the pounding of water, the burn of your skin and your thoughts.

But I have a secret. You can build walls all the way to the sky and I will find a way to fly above them. You can try to pin me down with a hundred thousand arms, but I will find a way to resist. And there are many of us out there, more than you think. People who refused to stop believing. People who refuse to come to earth. People who love in a world without walls, people who love into hate, into refusal, against hope, and without fear. I love you. Remember. They cannot take it.

- Delirium, Lauren Oliver.

it started off as a casual read - me staving off time before i had to get down to doing actual work. young adult dystopian fiction - not something i’ll usually read, but the concept of love as an illness and disease (something punishable by imprisonment or death) is interesting. romeo and juliet is now a cautionary tale. poetry is banned. mixing of males and females below a certain age is prohibited. loud music is disallowed. and love - love is often described as a sharp razor.

Poetry isn’t like any writing I’ve ever heard before. I don’t understand all of it, just bits of images, sentences that appear half-finished, all fluttering together like brightly colored ribbons in the wind.

- Lena, upon reading poetry for the first time

it was a surprisingly good read. beautiful, intricate prose at several parts. (i love the kindle and it’s note-taking capabilities. Lauren Oliver’s beautiful words will now forever be immortalized in ‘my clippings’) the protagonist’s conflicted feelings was relatable. and the feeling i had when i reached the end of the book was almost indescribable. i let out an audible gasp and choked. it was like i’ve been holding my breath for so long and i deflated at the end. 

if i had to waste hours instead of studying foreign policy and diplomacy - i wouldn’t have it any other way. wait. i would choose to read this over fpd anytime.

twistedtheory:

OHMYGOD COOLEST SHIT EVERRR!!!!!

(Source: diewis, via noir7)