In a bid to rid myself of writing inertia, I have been using Desktop Post-Its to jot down any journaling-worthy thoughts that I’ve had. Here’s the results of this week’s Random Rambles (every paragraph comes from its individual post-it):

acceleration is never optimum – quit rushing; hurried formation simply sets the basis for rapid disintegration. demolition. crumbling, things fall apart. the cynicism that propels the urge to slow the fast increasing intimacy of budding relationships often serves as the very stumbling block to its success; a pre-orchestrated demise.

'love' is a dangerous word. always the same – manipulative, elusive, beautiful. hearts are repeatedly mended before they are broken (once more). beyond repair. do you love me? somedays i don’t love me either. it is not my fault that subtle negativity at times presents itself as tragically gorgeous.

some people are only unbearably nice to you when they need something from you. fuck it, it's most people. yet i readily – ever willingly – fall prey to their antics, time and time again. compliance without resistance. and i will keep doing so.

complete sucker for terms of endearment. and the casually flippant distribution of insubstantial sweet nothings. the feeling of being specially singled out, however artificial or unintended, is comforting. and ridiculously addictive. (keep 'em coming, dear.)

desperate yearning for validation translates to unrivalled productivity/motivation. “desperate” - always loved the sound of the word; the rawness, the realness of the truth it contains. why must it necessarily be something bad?

virtual communication: the master source of modern anxiety. painfully tortuous and quietly deadly. slow, silent killer.

loving so hard that affection awkwardly manifests in flecks of hatred. it is not bitching; simply a pathetically desperate excuse to talk extensively about said subject.

from within, looking without.

wishing the good days are prolonged (please keep those shades of goodness) and the bad days are shortly bearable.

intelligence fluidity is so highly debatable. engage me in intellectual discourse –sexiness is the blowing of the mind.

locks are perhaps made to remain locked to the ones who ought not be permitted. there is nothing overly philosophical in the fact that i can fail to unclasp a basic 4-pin lock.

hypersensitive towards tonal variations; specificity of diction manages to make or break the passing days. "every word that he says is a dagger in me". both a blessing and a curse. awaiting incoming messages with bated breath; one tick is strangulation, two ticks death.

over-worked, under-paid, perfectly content.

In a bid to rid myself of writing inertia, I have been using Desktop Post-Its to jot down any journaling-worthy thoughts that I’ve had. Here’s the results of this week’s Random Rambles (every paragraph comes from its individual post-it):

acceleration is never optimum – quit rushing; hurried formation simply sets the basis for rapid disintegration. demolition. crumbling, things fall apart. the cynicism that propels the urge to slow the fast increasing intimacy of budding relationships often serves as the very stumbling block to its success; a pre-orchestrated demise.

'love' is a dangerous word. always the same – manipulative, elusive, beautiful. hearts are repeatedly mended before they are broken (once more). beyond repair. do you love me? somedays i don’t love me either. it is not my fault that subtle negativity at times presents itself as tragically gorgeous.

some people are only unbearably nice to you when they need something from you. fuck it, it's most people. yet i readily – ever willingly – fall prey to their antics, time and time again. compliance without resistance. and i will keep doing so.

complete sucker for terms of endearment. and the casually flippant distribution of insubstantial sweet nothings. the feeling of being specially singled out, however artificial or unintended, is comforting. and ridiculously addictive. (keep 'em coming, dear.)

desperate yearning for validation translates to unrivalled productivity/motivation. “desperate” - always loved the sound of the word; the rawness, the realness of the truth it contains. why must it necessarily be something bad?

virtual communication: the master source of modern anxiety. painfully tortuous and quietly deadly. slow, silent killer.

loving so hard that affection awkwardly manifests in flecks of hatred. it is not bitching; simply a pathetically desperate excuse to talk extensively about said subject.

from within, looking without.

wishing the good days are prolonged (please keep those shades of goodness) and the bad days are shortly bearable.

intelligence fluidity is so highly debatable. engage me in intellectual discourse –sexiness is the blowing of the mind.

locks are perhaps made to remain locked to the ones who ought not be permitted. there is nothing overly philosophical in the fact that i can fail to unclasp a basic 4-pin lock.

hypersensitive towards tonal variations; specificity of diction manages to make or break the passing days. "every word that he says is a dagger in me". both a blessing and a curse. awaiting incoming messages with bated breath; one tick is strangulation, two ticks death.

over-worked, under-paid, perfectly content.