'maudlin' reminds me of emerald tears
Swimming without goggles is terrifying. I gave up trying to come up to the surface to breathe and open my eyes every few kicks and told myself I'd just swim on until my fingers gently bumped into the peripheries of the pool. It was really just the breadth of the swimming pool, but in that stretch, the fear of letting go, of moving on by faith instead of by sight, felt wrenchingly real.
Another month of internships has come to a close, and I am truly tired. I think I've become more aware of my strengths and my weaknesses.. Except that I'm at a/an (st)age where I don't know if those 'weaknesses' are really just part of my core traits. As we ease into the TC application phase, I can't help but worry that I'll uproot my anchor and go with the flow of the yellow brick road
Each week has been passing by so, so quickly. I can't wait to go to Japan and be done with my internships, but at the same time I wish I could have some breathing spaces in the midst of all of this.
In the middle of A Grief Observed. I love books or films which teach me about love, in all its dimensions and variations. I think last year I would only regale myself in romantic stuff, but now I'm thankful for any realistic, raw portrayal of love.
Watching Like Crazy made me realise that our experiences aren't quite as endemic as we think them out to be, and I suppose that is oddly comforting. Time and distance have a way of cooling things really rapidly, and I am now, ironically, so thankful for that. I'm happy that everything has sort of subsided into this fissure that will probably always be present, but will also always be just a mark of something that has breathed its last. Sometimes the fondness seeps through, but it dissipates and the fissure slowly narrows.
Another month of internships has come to a close, and I am truly tired. I think I've become more aware of my strengths and my weaknesses.. Except that I'm at a/an (st)age where I don't know if those 'weaknesses' are really just part of my core traits. As we ease into the TC application phase, I can't help but worry that I'll uproot my anchor and go with the flow of the yellow brick road
Each week has been passing by so, so quickly. I can't wait to go to Japan and be done with my internships, but at the same time I wish I could have some breathing spaces in the midst of all of this.
In the middle of A Grief Observed. I love books or films which teach me about love, in all its dimensions and variations. I think last year I would only regale myself in romantic stuff, but now I'm thankful for any realistic, raw portrayal of love.
Watching Like Crazy made me realise that our experiences aren't quite as endemic as we think them out to be, and I suppose that is oddly comforting. Time and distance have a way of cooling things really rapidly, and I am now, ironically, so thankful for that. I'm happy that everything has sort of subsided into this fissure that will probably always be present, but will also always be just a mark of something that has breathed its last. Sometimes the fondness seeps through, but it dissipates and the fissure slowly narrows.