pretty pretty people and other elusive societies

a lazy swirl of sexy smoke from the enclave of slightly pouting lips, and long, thin fingers caressing the cigarette like this; like that

as i begin to lose my grip
on this reality
:black black heart

427 is overexposed and defocused compared to what i'm doing now. (erwin: LOL) 4 full days of filming consecutively, and counting. and if we do join the citibank thing, i can just repack my wardrobe to foreground the cui filming attires alr. (again! again!)

i feel strangely superior to pretty people in their fluffy existence, but as mingyang says, who am i to condescend, when i am myself far from any ideal i have constructed? no matter, no matter

maybe i hold on so determinedly to my hurt because a bleeding heart fascinates me far more than a whole one

if you will pardon my stunted silence and easy tears; i have many sorrows and little strength, little sanity, to let go.

ah, late night melancholy, rainy seasons, and sad songs. dressing on this sorrow salad for you?