I like my coffee bitter and my boys sweet.

I'm a mostly nice Singaporean. Occasionally, I like to live dangerously. That's when I eat at McDonald's. I follow Christ. I take outfit shots. I enjoy eating a little too much. I reblog things that interests me – theatre, reading-related, movies, tv, cats, minute distractions, etc. Presently charmed by BBC Sherlock, Suits, Attack on Titan, and Fringe. If you want to email me do it here: tinana at gmail dot com var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://ssl." : "http://www."); document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E")); try { var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-4410571-1"); pageTracker._trackPageview(); } catch(err) {}

[tinana]

i hav a major crush on a married man but i’ll take it to my grave cuz no good thing will come out of me letting him know. he’s sociable so whatever connection i feel is just him being his amazing nice self. i’ll bask in his wonderful presence cuz that’s all i need and all i’ll ever get.

i feel privileged to be treated well by him in this moment of time. to have the shared space of drinking and talking nonsense together. to have the cute shared memories.

thank you for the memories, CL.

[firstfullmoon]

We meet at a coffee shop. So much time has passed and who is time? Who is waiting by the windowsill? We make plans to go to a museum but we go to a bookshop instead. We’re leaning in, learning how to talk to each other again. I say, I’m obsessed with my grief and she says, I’m always in mourning. She laughs and it’s an extension of her body. She laughs and it moves the whole room. I say, My home is an extension of my body and she says, Most days are better with a long walk. The world moves without us—so we tend to a garden, a graveyard, a pot on the windowsill. Death is a comfort because it says, Transform but don’t hurry. There is a tenderness to growing older and we are listening for it. Steadier ways to move through the world and we are learning them. A way to touch your own body. A touch that says, Dig deeper. There, in the ground, there is our memory. I am near enough my roots. Time is my friend. Tomorrow is a place we are together.

— Sanna Wani, “Tomorrow is a Place”

[ruzekburgess]

Falling in love with a woman like you, happens so quickly, there’s nothing to do! It’s only natural but why did it have to be me? I was so lonesome, I was blue. I couldn’t help it, it had to be you, and I, I always thought you knew the reason why. I only wanted a little love affair. now I can see you are beginning to care. but baby, believe me, it’s better to forget me!

⎯ Why Did It Have To Be Me? Mamma Mia! Here We Go Again (2018)

[lyricscity]

P!nk- Try (request)

[sirrriusblack]

i made another uquiz so uh, if you’d like to be called out in a comforting way, feel free? to? take it? 

what’s your problem?

[tinana]

[macrolit]

“It’s a matter of how we see the challenge in front of us and how we engage with it. Persist, pivot, or concede. It’s up to us, our choice every time.”

— Greenlights, Matthew McConaughey

[tinana]

I’m fuelled by anger.

[neverfades-deactivated20130219]

insanely good music + bombay bicycle club

simple promises you said you'd never break but now you have

[sadsackzimmy]

[whenfatecollides]

“And then it started to rain for two weeks so you decided to move to Turkey. Jack: Yeah, I just followed the sun for this album really.”

[elle-vaytor]

I needed to lose you to find me.

I needed to hate you to love me.

[ujimaah]

i’m not whole, oh you waste it all

[uggly]

2,000 year old Olive tree in Greece 

[solrah]

Fredrika Akander

[langleavpoetry]

[misskamala]

It’s more of a stepping-off point. That sounds very peaceful.

[infpisme]