Papel y Chanel

[papelychanel]

I should be on a plane right now

Instead, life decided to happen with COVID-19. No Shanghai, no him. Instead, I’m reblogging all my old posts that remind me of him now, while he’s already been asleep since this afternoon since there’s a time difference of 7 (seven!) hours. 

I should be on a plane right now. 

In about 9 hours I should be landing in Pudong, walking out of the gate and right into his arms to stay there the next 10 days. In about 12 hours I should be taking a small nap with him while I get used to the time difference and his presence, and then we’d be heading into town for some amazing hotpot. Instead, I’m going to bed soon because I have a 12-hour day at work tomorrow. Instead, I don’t even know when I’ll see him again since I can’t book a ticket that works with my limitedly valid visa until the virus clears out. 

I should be on a plane right now.

The next 10 days should be all about the two of us exploring Shanghai and ourselves, checking off all the crazy plans we made and dream(t) about. They should be all about continuing this insane connection after 1 (one) date and hours of FaceTime on end ever since the past 2 months. Instead, chances are we won’t see each other until the middle of June, when instead of having days worth of time for the two of us, we’ll both be busy working for important deadlines. Instead, I’m now going to sleep by myself, sticking it out and dreaming about our time together still to come...

I should be on a plane right now.

[staypozitive]

[roseydoux]

[madewell]

[chillhopdotcom]

Cozy Mornings, To accompany our Winter Mix

[takethisride]

When I hear your voice, I feel safe.

takethisride (via takethisride)

[moan-s]

[darkwinteracademia]

Even more dark academia outfits for any gender!

[unneedy]

[heavenhillgirl]

The unbearable lightness of being (1988)

[dunjeikolaci]

[dunjeikolaci]

[jesuisclaire]

[papelychanel]

Never alone.

[s-ensitivus]

[psycotix-deactivated20180330]

Isn’t it weird that in 20 years some of us could be married, some of us could be famous and some of us could be dead.

It scares me how real this is (via lostinnneverlanddd)

[mybeautifuldisaster00]

[the-taintedtruth]

One day, he’s going to know. He’ll know your birthday, your middle name, where you were born, your star sign, and your parents names. He’ll know how old you were when you learnt to ride a bike, how your grandparents passed away, how many pets you had, and how much you hated going to school. He’ll know your eye colour, your scars, your freckles, your laugh lines and your birth marks. He’ll know your favourite book, movie, candy, food, pair of shoes, colour, and song. He’s going to know why you’re awake at 5am most nights, where you were when you realised you’d lost a good friend, why you picked up the razor and how you managed to put it down before things went too far. He’s going to know your phobias, your dreams, your fears, your wishes, and your worries. He’s going to know about your first heartbreak, your dream wedding, and your problems with your parents. He’ll know your strengths, weaknesses, laziness, energy, and your mixed emotions. He’s going to know about your love for mayonnaise, your dream of being famous when you were five, your need to quote any film you know all the way through, and your fear of growing older. He’ll know your bad habits, your mannerisms, your stroppy pout, your facial expressions, and your laugh like it’s his favourite song. The way you chew, drink, walk, sleep, fidget and kiss. He’s going to know that you’ve already picked out wedding flowers, baby names, tiles for the bathroom, bridesmaid dresses, and the colour of your bedroom walls. He’s going to know, get annoyed at and then accept that you leave clothes everywhere, take twenty minutes to order a Starbucks, have to organise your DVD’s alphabetically, and check your horoscope… just incase. He’ll know your McDonald’s order, how many sugars to put in your tea, how many scoops of ice cream you want, and that you need your sandwiches cut into triangles. He’s going to know how you feel without you telling him, that you need a wee from a look on your face, and that you’re crying without shedding tears. He’s going to know all of it. Everything. You, from top to bottom and inside out. From learning, from sharing, from listening, from watching. He’s going to know every single thing there is to know, and you know what else? He is still going to love you.

(via iradicate)