Lemongrass & Ginger.

Such a good song. I love night time, sitting and snuggled up under my (new duvet covers) with a hot mug of (sugary chai tea) enjoying my valuable, valuable (quiet and alone) time. Analysing (vivid dreams) and ones where I felt like I was an inch close to achieving a (lucid dream), and just (missing things) cause feeling a little (sad) can feel comfortingly good. & apparently, my solution to constant anger is a fusion of ignorance and detachment which doesn't feel as bad as it seems. Cause you can't really ("get over it") can you? You can't let something make you feel (miserable) then take a walk and a few months later, bam! All misery is gone. It doesn't work like that. “We are all alone, born alone, die alone, and — in spite of True Romance magazines — we shall all someday look back on our lives and see that, in spite of our company, we were alone the whole way. I do not say lonely — at least, not all the time — but essentially, and finally, alone. This is what makes your self-respect so important, and I don’t see how you can respect yourself if you must look in the hearts and minds of others for your happiness.” Hunter S. Thompson Insert forever alone meme. & apparently 'meme' is pronounced 'meem' and not like 'meemee', which is ..shizzsticks. Wow look at what has happened to my blogging. I don't even talk about anything. I want to give reading Calvino another go, and buy a nice leather bag because LC has influenced me (curses) and down a few of those yummy, overpriced burnt lemon & vanilla drinks. And never get sick again. MAGICAL NASAL SPRAY. & I've finally come to a major decision, tea > coffee. Man, what a battle.

Cause you are beautiful but you've got to die someday!