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Aspiring photographer, journalist and graphic designer. Part-time traveler. Always a philosopher, epicure, and aesthete.
Living in a state of perpetual melancholia and passion.
I am strong and I live the dream.
You don't know me. But you could find out about my world: Flickr, blog, and Facebook.
If you're looking for my words: diary / personal / spilled words / thought
I also run peacelovedope, a typography- and aesthetic-centric Tumblr, as well as houseuponahill, a photography-centric Tumblr.
I love minimalism, the aesthetic of smoking, the human form (especially boobs), and nuns-gone-bad.
If you're looking for my words: diary / personal / spilled words / thought
I also run peacelovedope, a typography- and aesthetic-centric Tumblr, as well as houseuponahill, a photography-centric Tumblr.
I love minimalism, the aesthetic of smoking, the human form (especially boobs), and nuns-gone-bad.
JANUARY 31, 2012
1:27 a.m.
I just finished reading After Dark by Haruki Murakami. It got better toward the end but I was honestly a little bit disappointed. It might be wrong/incongruous to compare it to Sputnik Sweetheart, but between the two, I definitely love Sputnik Sweetheart so much more—I feel like it was more well-written and personally poignant. Anyway.
Now I am going to eat tuna with crackers while reading 1984.
