first time on ilford hp5+ disposable
09:51Kumslut; the main chick at the Drag Show DJs at a Drag Show Zaim came by for three days solely to attend Record Store Day ...
| Kumslut; the main chick at the Drag Show |
| DJs at a Drag Show |
| Zaim came by for three days solely to attend Record Store Day |
| First photo taken through the disposable camera |
| Shasha getting ready for the Drag night out |
| Exploring Pasar Seni |
| Crowd in NU Sentral |
| All-time favourite Malaysian band: Jaggfuzzbeats |
| Mikey's New York Pizza -- The Best One Here |
| Post-LRT ride in Pasar Seni; Under The Bridge |
| Angles |
| Bukit Bintang |
| Pasar Seni |
a lot like love
11:38brighter than sunshine by aqualung Recently, I was watching a movie that would fall under my list of "realistic romantic movies...
she
20:39Mother used to tell her; Sit straight, smile and look your best. No, not like that Tuck your shirt in Ensure they don’t look like ...
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Mother used to tell her;
Sit straight, smile and look your best.
No, not like that
Tuck your shirt in
Ensure they don’t look like second skin
People talk
Their wandering eyes will linger
In times of aging and scrutiny through glass screens
Don’t you dare be yourself,
Don’t you dare wear those slacks and muddy shoes,
Don’t you cut your hair above your ears.
Here,
Taint yourself with shades of deception
Smear it along your opinionated mouth
Because a girl should not do anything but
To look beautiful.
Am I beautiful?
Do I feel beautiful?
She was taught to despise herself
But she made sure to display a façade so someone would love her someday
Because that’s what matters, right?
Sixteen and her eyes were broken taps
Magazine cut outs on the wall were her dreams
But her waistline kept on expanding
And she couldn’t comprehend on what’s happening
She didn’t know that it was not okay to look up to photoshopped beauties
She wasn’t told that high school boys and girls could scar her
She wasn’t told that it was okay to speak up about slut shaming and cyber bullying from immature boys whom she did not reciprocate
She wasn’t told that it was not okay to starve herself because she was still growing
And she wasn’t told that everything will be okay.
Instead, she was told to sit straight, smile and look her best
To tuck her shirt in
Ensure they didn’t look like second skin
Because people did talk
And their wandering eyes lingered.
Twenty and counting
she let go of someone whom she thought was the one
Because he couldn't differentiate between a woman standing up for herself not because it was time of the month
But he was just a boy
And she deserved better.
So, she packed her aspirations, knowledge and independence
And burned the bridges of petty expectations
Because she is worth more than her waistline,
pretty face,
ovaries,
And so do you.
Through glowing screens on the palm of our hands
We were nursed to be
Skinny, pretty, soft, quiet
Manly, athletic, pretty.
“But I don't care whether it's your gender, your looks, your weight, your skin, or where your love lies.
None of that matters because standards don't define you.
You don't live to meet credentials established by a madman,
you're a goddamn treasure whether you wanna believe it or not
and maybe that's what everyone should start looking for.” – Savannah Brown
Free Bird
12:59January 2018 “In all things of nature, there is something of the marvelous.” – Aristotle I could think of many things that...
love at 20
12:28dusted paperbacks of fictional reality that blurred the lines of realistic romance a collection of old 80s films sorted alphabetically ...
dusted paperbacks of fictional reality that blurred the lines of realistic romance
a collection of old 80s films sorted alphabetically
silly thinking of a boy putting up a boombox over his head playing my favourite song outside
to convey his infatuation with screaming verses of young love
aggravating the bitter skeptics who snide to the gesture
circling around the record discs of sad British pop music
thinking love comes in drumbeats and fast-paced guitar riffs
the sound that exudes technicolour of make believe
hoping someone would take me out tonight
and if we die, at least we die together
and as our song fades out
so is our wuthering romance
as history repeats itself
i have loved only a few
and memories of rom-coms and ballads confused me
numerous amount of unrealistic expectations from a non-fictional human being overwhelmed my beliefs
i am a wanderer
possibly a seeker
wandering since early adolescence seeking love and affection
trying to find a place and somewhere worth staying in
now i realised love is not a sad pop music
but i am guilty of pouring my aching heart to it
and writing stanzas in blood red ink that irritatingly rhyme
i have grown
the song of my slow-paced romance is a mixture of Simon & Garfunkel's bookends
and there goes the fear by Doves
coincidentally, they are both from my favourite film
but the words in the songs are more than what it was
the constant dilemma in my mind on why or how love come to be
and how time could pass by till all there's left is a figment of innocence and confidences
the firsts and what actually matters
there's a quote by justin young of the vaccines;
you want to do things differently
well do them independently
in which is self-explanatory
and so i did.
21
11:40i have not come into terms with my body i look in the mirror in 180 pinching the excess of skin that i despise the itching sensation of r...
i look in the mirror in 180
pinching the excess of skin that i despise
the itching sensation of remorse
it besets my psyche
forcing me to run
miles and miles
i run further
till my knees give in
till my lungs burn
till the numbness comforts me
shadow (unfinished)
14:42source; tumblr. I feel... I feel like a vacant vessel dispersing into the polluted air. My hands don't intertwine right, clothes are...
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My chest beats like a drum -- within each beat, I succumb into the sorrows, whatever they might be. The pain is expanding like a black balloon around prickly walls.





