Notes from Underground

I’m going underground my dears. It’s been nice blogging to you all. But with each post I feel like I’m getting closer to the old days of Myspace blogs. just please no.


So to prevent that horrifying future from happening Crossover Possibilities shall be stopped indefinitely. As great as it has been posting stuff; it feels weird knowing people who know me read this. The point of blogging for me is purely selfish; I just want to organise the chaos in my head. It’s not for you guys to worry. That and I like posting beautiful things and giving love. I started out wanting to kind of half live my other possibilities but, at the moment at least, I’m cool with being just me. Seeing as lately my posts have either been angsty or cutesy I figure you can all probably do without it.

Because really the only people who read this are you. My dear friends. So if you really want to know how happy, angry or restless I feel you can just ask.

Well. This is it. *stands awkwardly and shuffles feet.* I love you but it’s not you, it’s me. I hope you can move on from this blog onto the blogs of various friends linked in this post. I’m sorry but I’m not apologising.

I’ll see you around.

Puppy Love

LOOK AT MY PUPPY

I got a dog!!! He's a medium haired border collie and he's so soft! Named him Zuzu and he's gorgeous. He loves us so much and is always licking us. Non-stop licking really. Hurrah, puppy love.
 
On another note I love Sally. I really should have posted this ages ago but better late than never.

This made my night. You're absolutely amazing Sally! I'm obviously not the only one that thinks so; there's an appreciation society out there. But yes. I love talking to you. You're understanding and you can interpret my nonsense into something that meaningful. *showers in love*
 
I hope that I may soon visit you and we may dress up in your clothes and watch wonderful movies that I've never seen before.
 
xin

I Can't Remember Anything Without You

Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind. A wonderful movie about love, memory and what it means to forget. I don't think I ever want to forget anything. Experience makes us who we are; memories are the reminders of those experiences good or bad. They are our past. Sometimes it seems easier to forget. There would be no need to grieve or regret. But if it is worth grieving over it is worth remembering because it's important it's a part of you and you've gotta learn to accept it. 

Yeah life lessons from me. Good idea.

Oh well this blog isn't for you people. It's for me really. It's how I sort the stuff that's running through my head. I never liked diaries. Talking to people is weird. Ewwww human contact. Sure I love people and I do like conversing with them but when it comes to my thoughts it's better to sort them out myself. The blog just gives me a reason to stop and think.

Anyway at this point in time I'd like to give love to some friends. As Georgia pointed out I haven't given all my friends love. Really I've just given love to Lucy, Tom and Cameron. Poor effort there.

So love to:

Georgia, who is a barrier-free buddy. There's lots of love for you! More than you realise I think. 

Sally, who is admirable inspiration. You're insightful and artisitic! You make me feel like I understand things.

Maja, who is crazily cool. I swear I got my insanity from you! I hope you're enjoying Groovin the Moo, I envy you.

Ben, who is a dashing heartbreaker. You're so beautiful! Your enthusiasm makes me happy.

Michael, who is an engaging guy. Fun and dizzymaking! Discussing stuff with you; politics to nice uniforms is brill.

Enough love for now.

xin

wings and realness