Maturity and adulthood should just fuck each other in the ass.
Whichever they choose oh for the love of God I don’t give a shit.
“The Gods envy us. They envy us because we’re mortal, because any moment might be our last. Everything is more beautiful because we’re doomed. You will never be lovelier than you are now. We will never be here again.“
–Was browsing through the internet randomly when I got myself stranded in Fashion Model Directory while searching for Stacy Martin, and read this in one of the commenter’s signature for Model’s Personal Style thread. Not sure where this originally came from, I just found it really pretty. It makes me feel lovely.
“If it is right, it happens — The main thing is not to hurry. Nothing good gets away.”
— John Steinbeck on Falling in Love: A 1958 Letter, for I always being so impatience and anxious.
So I just got back from a lovely holiday with lovely friends and lover in a small island with amazingly beautiful beach named Gili Trawangan. If years before I could confidently say that Bandung is my favorite place in Indonesia, I couldn’t say it now for I’ve fallen in love real deep with every corner of this particular beach. The sand, the sea, the sun, the wind, the cheap inn, the food, the lassy, the turtle, the colorful fishes, the rainy weather, the party at different bar almost every night, the haram stuffs, the stability and lack of conflicts, the friendly foreigners and local people, the loneliness, the everything.
I don’t want to stay there for the rest of my life, that almost definitely, but I’ve promised myself to travel back to Trawangan one day at the future again and again and again and again, alone or not, with the same friends or not, but being hopelessly romantic, I wish to be back with the same love I had just last week.
Being pissed for the apathy, but still, never wanted to go home and missing it so much every second it’s not there.