i’m painting a picture of who i want to be in the next four years.

it’s the feeling you get post-really-good-book where the world seems too loud or too quiet and you can’t deal with it that well and you have nothing to say and everything to write but nothing comes out in the end

1. the time those guys took up all the space before the front door and sawed it open and took all our stuff and you were so calm grabbing us and running out from the garage and when we returned to the house i looked into the ceiling to floor mirror in the front hall and was surprised to see myself staring back at me; i stood there for ages while the policemen and the detectives and my parents rushed around, waiting to see something else appear
2. the summer days we were in the front yard drawing lifesize board games with chalk along the pavement or biking around the neighborhood or catching rolypolys to roll them around and ladybugs to put them in a jar where they ‘got married’; the indoor days we combed out all my barbies’ hair and we made a pact to never tell anyone because we were in the third grade and that was uncool
3. the time i thought i saw a woodpecker, but it probably wasn’t
4. the rides my grandmother paid 10 nt for on the yao-yaos in taipei when i knew that she loved me

what i can’t live without -

1. food
2. water
3. shelter
4. my heart
5. sleep

or what i think i can’t live without? 

1. family & friends
2. my feet
3. tidbit
4. words
5. love

1. sunday morning, maroon 5
2. what makes you beautiful, one direction
3. pinocchio, f(x)
4. 那些年, from the apple of my eye
5. ours, taylor swift

1. failure
2. missing something
3. forgetting something
4. regrets
5. crying in public
6. blood
7. myself