tumblr trawling brought up this equation gem. enjoy.

present answer to a past question

an answer to a question someone once asked me:

I like women who haven’t lived with too many men.
I don’t expect virginity but I simply prefer women
who haven’t been rubbed raw by experience.

there is a quality about women who choose
men sparingly;
it appears in their walk
in their eyes
in their laughter and in their
gentle hearts.

women who have had too many men
seem to choose the next one
out of revenge rather than with

when you play the field selfishly everything
works against you:
one can’t insist on love or
demand affection.
you’re finally left with whatever
you have been willing to give
which often is:

some women are delicate things
some women are delicious and

if you want to piss on the sun
go ahead
but please leave them

~charles bukowski: women-


1 year. 5 months.

happy birthday ‘makcik’. i wish you could meet my fiancee. i am sure you both will get along well.

i miss you.

sometimes somethings



sometimes fall into place, like the pieces you lost oh so many years ago. you find them again without ever needing to go looking for it. flip. slide.click. and it fits perfectly into place. weathered imperfections and all.

somethings just break. crack. shatter. no matter how careful you are. you cradle. you coddle. you worry. you care. and suddenly you crush it with all your attention.








it is the way of things.


“faith is a torment. it is like loving someone who is out there in the darkness but never appears, no matter how loudly you call.”

-the seventh seal-


…and then with a smile and a nod to the boy in blue, the queen of hearts said yes…

-dan wilson: sugar-

elle est bien le soleil

Pas si facile
D’être aussi pure dans un monde qui l’est moins
Mille et une symphonies
Qu’elle inventera en un rien
Enfin le bonheur
C’est toutes les couleurs
De son cœur

-venessa paradis: st germain-