every day i learn more about myself but at the same time i become less of myself. does that make any sense?
leave me letters, send me mail:
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all welcome. ✼
now have some fish: 𓆝 𓆞 𓆟𓆜 𓆞 𓆟 𓆜 𓆞𓆟 𓆜
things i sort of kind of really like
✿oral history archives
✿big circular mirrors hung in corners of ceilings
✿when eyes are browsing something and they kinda linger but then move slightly
✿photos of 1970s dinner party food
✿how you never know the last snowfall is the last while it's happening
✿seeing someone's room for the first time
✻ my museum
a list i made months ago and found again
✻ where to find me (aka a virtual game of hide and seek)
my favourite is fallen angels by wong kar-wai
the last one i watched is my own private idaho and linda linda linda
i really want to watch taste of tea the double life of véronique blue gate crossing
and to finally finish all about mystery train yi yi shoplifters the gleaners and i
* * * * * i always welcome movie recommendations .,, ʕ｡•ᴥ•｡ʔ *,.
^ books too! i'm finally reading again
❧ ❧ mi casa virtual. make yourself at home, shoes off at the door.