EVENTS & MOMENTS
THOUGHTS & FEELINGS
My first world-changing idea this month—————
Sugar-Free Daddy!!!
(I just googled it, it already exists :sob:)
我总感觉鼎新灯不够亮… 晚上学习眼睛总是花…
我的眼睛是最让我常感觉到我有缺陷的地方
头发比较密，但是发际线还是高…
好久(四分之一年)练一次腿，练完疼了两天…
NO!…
Ringtone turns every song into nonsense noiz
Gyms’sound system turn every song into “wallpaper music”
Los Campesinos! New Album! Geek Martyr
Lingering in my mind
LONG SEASON… really didn’t get it
于正的笑傲江湖……感觉剧情拍得好糙
陈乔恩真蛮好看的（只有在偶像剧里好看…）
Elemental
Child’s Play 3
Car Wheels on a Gravel Road to home
A GMAT verbal exercise about monetization on ecosystem functions, so environmentalists can debate harder，put their plan on a more common，more acceptable framework. This I believe is not deep ecology. It’s secular ecology… Sometimes, I really wish context and arguments could rush from people’s blind faith.
Heart swells
I hate this feeling
24.7.27 mark
试了试只用番茄、姜、牛肉做番茄牛肉(加了一点水)，mo味道啊……
果蔬安慕希
every gym must have a mundane playlist
我好像记得小时候的夏天没这么喜欢下雨，而且不会总是下这么急，但是也可能是小时候下雨，我反而比较开心
devastating hours
Favorite lines in July
A Japanese Jesus will come up
An indefinite Jesus
An indefinite Jesus will come up
I’m reading Japanese comics
And fucking Japanese omanko
A Japanese Jesus
A Japanese Jesus will come up
So I’m gearing up
——Omanko · Sky Ferreira
All in good time I trusted my eyes
Treated my loss like clouds in the sky
Finally picked on someone my size
All in good time
All in good time I followed my nose
Learned where to bleed when a night comes to blow
Tried on your love then I folded those clothes
All in good time
Throw your bread to falling bird
Buried friends and wasted words
Something wants to eat us all alive
——All in good time · Iron & Wine/Fiona Apple
Broke down blubbing at the pharmacy, begging the doc to dispense to me
It once was ours but now it’s mine, these things get better over time
Love life living as a stalking horse, guinea-pig-headed I’m a martyr of course
If you’re not the one that’s leaving, you’re the one that’s left behind
You can buy your hopes and dreams now, at the affiliate link
Selling back the solidarity they got given as a gift
They’re calling themselves artists, while they’re lapping up the paint they’ve spilt
Exist with Jester’s privilege, secular girls with Catholic guilt
It’s a psychic wound you can’t conceal
Closing, opening, never heals
It’s a cosmic cheque you never cashed
Curse the Universe for what you lack
I try to forget it, it comes back to me
Tied to the pulse of the sea
I try to forget it
(Tied to the pulse of the sea)
I try to forget it, it comes back to me
Tied to the pulse of the sea
——Psychic Wound · Los Campesinos!