Say that you'll stay.
We're all right where we're supposed to be,
and time means nothing.
Say that you'll stay.
Chalet had its moments and I'm missing those people, something I've not done for a long while. But I realised I've gotten less tolerant of hygiene compromising toilets. Comes with old age. After some experimentation, I concluded that sitting at the beach is something decent to do for your personal well-being now with the pukka weather. Do not attempt cutting the grass patches in slippers though. The mud in the grass seem to have properties of glue. (Sidenote; seeking temporary isolation from others isn't out of unhappiness, but simply because being alone will make one happier at that moment.)
Doing the crazy running thing with Leo for nick and nora's infinite playlist was worth it. The movie retained it's realness though I sometimes paid more attention to the background songs more than the scenes.
I choked on my saliva twice in the same night, rendering me breathless and retarded. And it wasn't because I was distracted. It seems that I just can't walk and swallow at the same time. Another random thing, I prefer soft jackfruits to crunchy ones.
listening to;
no one's gonna love you by band of horses
after hours and i've been hit by we are scientists
both sides now by joni mitchell
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