The ballet tattoo. Your signature. The simple, unfinished line almost made me chuckle. Yet, it draws me most…as next to it, another simple line doodled into a pretty little girl. The little child, a blurry little child’s story written on your bare arm glittered by the syrup. Glittering. It was romantic, in a way, only for me. I feel like a little child. A very little child, looking at the sweet sweat clinging to your biceps. . I feel the excitement. In the dark deepest corner of my thought, I found you. Your sanity will kill me but I do not care. Like a sweet little child, I was trapped into your den. You have done this to many different faces and in different times, yet I care not.
The mackerel girl and the bacon boys never intend to meet one another...but they finally did
Here is the Emperor of Lime...
Innocence. I had a problem grasping the idea of preserving the innocence when I first read The Catcher in the Rye...
Complex relationship with Fire Exit
I could still remember the fragrance of last night imprinted deep in my memory
When In Thailand: How Many Types of Thai Noodles are There? Pt 1: Small
The Eating Adventure: Bangkok Edition - Duck Noodles in Bang Sue
Pleasant mixture of relaxed patrons and busy baristas. Glad to find a local roastery after running out of my travel stash of beans.