Thursday, October 22, 2009

Want want want



Tuesday, October 13, 2009

Chelsea Walls

"I want to be a lost poem in a stranger's coat pocket, that conveys the importance of you.
To assure you of my desire, to assure you of dreams. I want all the possibilities of you in writing.
I want to give you your reflection, I want your eyes on me, I want to travel to the lightness with you and stay there, and I want everything before you...
...everything before you to follow us like a trail behind me.
I want never to say goodbye to you, even on the street corner or the phone.
I want, I want so much... I'm breathless.
I want to put my power into a poem to burn a hole in your pocket so I can sew it.
I want my words to scream through you. I want the poem not to mean that much.
And I want to contradict myself by accident, and for you to know what I mean.
I want you to be distant and for me to feel you close, I want endless days when it's day and... nighttime never to end when it's night.
I want all the seasons in one day. I want the sun to set before us and come up in front of us.
I want water up to our waists and to be drenched by the rain, up to our ankles with holes in our shoes.
...with holes in our shoes. I want to think your thoughts because they're mine.
I want only what's urgent with you.
I want to get in the way of the barriers and I want you to be a tough guy when you're supposed to,
like you do already.
...when you're supposed to. And I want you to be tender, like you do already.
And I want us to have met for a reason and I want that reason to be important.
And I want it to be bigger than us, I want it to take over us.
I want to forget. I want to remember us.
And when you say you love me I don't want to think you really mean New York City, and all the fun
we have in it.
And I want your smile always, and your grimaces too.
I want your scar on my lips, and I want your disappointments in my heart.
I want your strength in my soul and I want your soul in my eyes.
I want to believe everything you say, and I do.
And I want you to tell me what's best when I don't know.
And when you're lost I want to find you.
And when you're weary I want to give you steeples and cathedral thoughts and coliseum dreams.
I want to drag you from the darkness and kneel with you exhausted with the blinding light blaring on us... and..."


Friday, October 9, 2009

Through different lens

From a very good friend.


Thursday, October 8, 2009

+/- six hours

I may be on the other side of the world
but that doesn't mean I've gone away.

Just subtract six hours, okay?



Tuesday, October 6, 2009

Almost a month

I miss you, MJ!


Monday, October 5, 2009

Like in novels

You give me the kind of feeling people write novels about.


(le love)

Saturday, October 3, 2009

Weather is here

Thursday, October 1, 2009


Desire? Drown me in it anytime.

After all the hell weeks, the sleepless nights devoted to schoolwork, I went shopping and it was fantastic. It feels pretty awesome to know that final exams are cancelled and that schoolwork will be optional. It's my idea of school: all the people sans the tests.

I'm feeling like I'm going through a transition with my style recently. College is making it difficult to care about Fashion Weeks across the globe, and so I'm leaning towards the laid-back, grunge feel. I'm loving crop tops from Topshop and studded vests and blazers. I'm stocking up on statement rings, as I love it in Ateneo when my teachers notice me for them. What can I say? Great conversation starters--plus, you find out which of your professors are gay.

Sembreak is officially in 20 days. Which means, 20 days left to save money and diet. I'm excited to shop 'til I drop and wear all my new purchases but I'm not looking forward to idle time. Someone give me something to do!


(Bag, rings and bracelet from Dorothy Perkins, everything else from Topshop)