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Welcome♥

i hope you like oranges. and kiwis.
and lemons.and oranges.
i like oranges. they're really pretty. and nice.like goldfishes. and the sun.


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Floating in dreamland. where all the foods are imaginary.
and all the people are nice.
And even if they weren't we could always wake up.

Oneday.

tomorrow. (maybe)

The Girl



>>is way too fat.


Height: 5'7"
CW: 106 (47.7kg) D:
HW: 119


Old Goals: 112!

GW1: 110! (50)
by 23 mar


GW2: 107 (48.5)
by 31 mar

REACHED!
(11 Nov)

GW3: 105 (47.5)
by 20 Nov


GW4: 103 (46.5/47)
by 31 Nov


GW5: 100 (45.5)
by 31 Dec



UGW: 99 (45)


UUGW: 97

UUGW: to be ethereal. weightless. like those beautifully crafted paper dolls and the air.


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Monday, December 17, 2012

ethereal
ephemeral
escape


everything's so transient
temperamental
fade away

i want you so much. do i?
i think if i wanted to enough, i would break free.
fly away. sever the strings that tie you down.

sometimes i hate how everyday, every moment i share with you
is like another fine thread, almost invisible. but tangible still.
tying me down. like this story, that i once read.
the magician who asked for her companionship.
and won her over with an adzuki bean stew
just like how her grandmother used to make it.
and the raven, with his tongue cut off couldn't warn her early enough
whilst the magician slipped in,disguised as a mouse to tie his invisible thread round her buttons.

maybe one day, i'd lose who i am, to you.
but i don't ever want you to leave.

i think you picked the wrong girl.
maybe you saw me on one of those good days.
and then i tried to

And then I tried to upkeep that girl
Who I wasn’t.
It’s not your fault, its mine.
Everything’s just an illusion. Don’t you see?
 I love how you’re always so sure about things. But it scares me sometimes, you know.
What if one day you woke up, and finally realize and see me for who I am?
And decide that no, I’m not what I am.
And once you decide on something, you don’t ever change your mind eh?
I want to run away. I want to sleep. Forever.
I’m tired of this world. Tired of fighting against everything. The prejudices. Judgement.
 Expectations that I’m never going to fulfill.
I’ve tried. Living in the future, looking forward.
Creating my own world.
How long till these wall crumble, and let the real world in.
How long till reality strikes its fatal blow?
Let me sink. In the tranquility of the sea.             
I would, let the waves wash over me.
And just free fall down to the depths of the ocean
If only I wasn’t so much of a coward.
Don’t want my bloated corpse to be the last thing you see.


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