Farah Yasmin is a 16 year old art-lover born and raised in Malaysia. She has a somewhat unhealthy obsession with art, books, music, vintage fashion, photography and anything vintage for that matter. But now she is stuck with Science. You probably won't find her here as much as she used to for she is studying. Don't get her wrong, she loves Science. At least, that's what her mind says. But thankfully, her head hasn't explode yet. Last but not least, Farah is inspired by her friends and the people all around her to pursue Science. Peace.
You ever get mad at someone because they pissed you off in your dream?
You wake up ready to furiously text them like, HOW DARE YOU LEAVE ME BEHIND DURING THE APOCALYPSE AND SHACK UP WITH SOME FLOOZY NAMED GINGER WHILE I’M TRYING TO KILL ZOMBIES ALL BY MYSELF. (Or any highly dramatic dream you had where they failed as your life partner).
As if this situation happened in real life and your anger toward them due to your overactive imagination is justifiable.
Don’t sit there and act like i’m the only one.
Oh my Rowling, i am so excited. I can’t wait!45 Pottermore pictures http://imageshack.us/g/34/b1c1m1.jpg/
(via milkchugger)
I’m getting to the uninteresting point.
Where anything, everything, and anyone around me is just “meh.” I wouldn’t say I’m uninspired, but it does feel that way. I have these lapses in my life. Some are much longer than others. It just sucks that when I look at blank piece of paper thats all I see, a blank piece of fucking paper. Not an incredibly rad paper plane, possible shitty origami swan, a love note to a pen pal, or even a picture of a dinosaur that could be eating a unicorn in crayon. I see absolutely nothing. It could be because of all the extra classes and activities at school, not being smitten, or just having a lot of things on my mind. Either way I can bullshit a lot of contributions to my lack of inspiration. The point is, I want it back. Just like Peter Pan trying to capture his shadow, I’ll be venturing all around trying to capture my creativity and staple that bitch to my feet. I am nothing without my muse.
Durian : Notorious Crown of Thorns
In the jungle of the tropics I was born
Wild and untamed crowned with thorns
From humble beginnings though I came
Yet today the wide world knows my name
From a parent touring tall
Ripening, to the ground I fall
In season all my admirers come
To bid the king of Fruits a joyful welcome
Along crowned streets and in open markets
My loyal subjects congregate
Enticed by the nostalgic smell
Only the defiant do I repel
On the outside I’m thorny and harsh
On the inside I’m soft and lush
My seeds are covered with tender flesh
Creamy and aromatic when custard fresh
Indescribable flavour with vitamins high
My nourishing value no one can deny
Once on the palate you will always remember
Love or hate me now and forever
NIGHTNIGHT by DEDDY
