All the tea, none of the chill

Tag: love

  • Laugh lines, it’s fine.

    If you had told me 10 years ago that I would spend my days laughing uncontrollably more times than I could count, I would have laughed at you.

    Because what a joke that would have sounded like to ever-upset me back then.

    So imagine my surprise when the first lines I got on my face from age were nasolabial folds — laugh lines.

    I was expecting something around the eyes from crying so much in life.

    But, it’s a no to botox and fillers (not that I think it is wrong or judge anyone who gets those — everyone gets to choose what they like).

    I just think wrinkles and lines are special. Like tattoos, they tell a story of how (well) you’ve lived. And if laugh lines are my first, I’m truly blessed.

    It is my honour to wear it like a medal. Battle scars can step aside. 

    Kthxbyegn!!!

  • This Is Not Fan Fiction.

    Random pic ✅️⬆️ Random caption ✅️➡️ And I’d give up forever to touch you

    But first, the sidebar you didn’t ask for.

    Yesterday, I realised I was battling a silent addiction.

    I sat in the office for a good five minutes before everything started feeling deafeningly louder — the silence, the loneliness, the coldness of the room.

    Without noticing, I found myself reaching into my bag for my earphones.

    My hands trembled with an urgency that felt almost ridiculous, like a bobblehead bobbing on the dashboard of a lorry hurtling down a rocky road in Western Malaysia.

    For a fleeting moment, it genuinely felt as though I couldn’t bear another second without music.

    That’s my addiction.

    Music. Bet you were waiting for a druggy confession! Hah.

    But somewhere along the way, I had definitely forgotten how to sit alone with my own thoughts. That’s not great!

    So, here I am now, trying to sit alone with my thoughts (at least until these words get read, haha).

    Here’s the not-fan fiction you’ve been waiting for

    Someone told me I was trying to gather material to produce fan fiction for my blog.

    That seemed like a request.

    I need to please my audience, but I simply cannot come up with fan fiction out of nowhere. 

    Instead, I come bearing a poem I wrote last July about a totally fictional moment.

    I’m no Edgar Allan Poe. Enjoy, though.

    July Twenty Twenty-Five

    That’s all. Kthxbye!

  • How now brown cow?

    Random pic✅️⬆️ Random caption✅️➡️ “Back in black, I hit the sack”

    It’s a say-nothing-much-and-just-be kind of day ♡

    Kthxbyeee