/notebook doodles/
/the cherry blossom girl/
/fashion toast/
/sarah's loft/
/sea of shoes/
/letters to crushes/
/MLIA/
/the drifter and the gypsy/
/oh, french!/
/bleubird vintage/
/mermaid in a manhole/
/elinkan/
/red velvet girls/
/design*sponge/
/le blog de betty/
/lucy dear/
/lao kang/


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I think I just need to know what works best for me.

Like lists. I like making lists. And after I make them, I feel compelled to do something about them. Which is a great way to get my ass moving, FINALLY. Like today. Today was pretty great.

I've had enough living day to day and moping and generally being a bum. It's like living with your eyes closed and complaining that you're blind. I'm not sure what I was trying to prove with that analogy but I like it and it stays.

So I set my alarm for this morning. Which I snoozed. For about an hour. Some habits are that much more difficult to smother. And I woke up. And it was pretty great. I finished what I wanted to do. I forgot how it felt like to be productive.

I walked back home from the mall again after registering the parcel. Which I realize is quite therapeutic. And I wondered how, on the countless times that I did so, I could have missed the lovely pastels on the blocks lining the road that reminded me of fruity mentos, or the gorgeous electric blue lily-esque flowers hanging off the walls along the pathway, or the fact that a 7-11 was opening soon below one of the blocks nearby. The last one was random. But I did think to myself, Really? Do we need yet another 7-11? I guess the answer was yes.

My point is, live with your eyes open and just, be.