Parts from the night swim, pieces of Jaie,
fragments of our souls woven into this.
Each second was a spark with her that day,
everything was so gentle, so tender,
how fragile we let ourselves become,
surrendering to the weight of feeling.
Drown or float, that's the question.
Xiexieni @samuelbydlon for bringing us together,
you're the big universe connecting the stars.
@walaoiven for being solid mental support,
and letting me fully be myself on this shoot.
And @jaie.music , I love you. So so love you.
Thank you for trusting me in this and letting me be a part.
Dear gut feeling, ilytoo.
Hope and rebirth always begin with an end,
Just like broken pieces
that meet to mend again.
The kind of love
that survives its own death.
Yang tumbuh usai patah
takkan jadi sama lagi
walau sekuat mana pun doa
dari hati seorang embun.
It's no wonder tears drop when silence speaks louder
Ada labah-labah sedang bersarang
Rumah ibadah dalam jiwa
Now tell me who's afraid
of the museum of me?
- words by Alee
- drawings and photos by me 𓇢𓆱 It was a heartfelt time letting my imagination and emotions run wild across this canva, with @rrrroanne grounding it all at her quiet heart and @aleeiw ’s lines holding the pieces close 🤍
ִ ࣪𓇢𓆸 Thanks for all the kind souls that involved, physically and mentally. 𖦹 Wish I could do more, wish I could touch the nature with my bare hands more, and wish I could be more grounded.
I've been quieter lately.
(but perhaps more nonsense and recklessly than before. Kayer you heard them hehe ily for just accepting them ;)
It’s a strange, unfamiliar season. Rain pours and I'm standing in it with a blank mind. Nothing is particularly heavy, yet nothing is light as a feather.
Trying, trying, and still trying.
Constant love coming and receiving and I shall keep them safe and sound inmytummy till the day I'm ready to pour it back out into the world. Till then.
wish to woke up somewhere they serve pancakes with maple syrup
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Recently I've been dreaming a lot. So, knock on my door instead of sending text messages, appear at my front door instead of jumping into my nightmares. Won't you, my dear dear hun
kiss me instead of everything
Perhaps it'd be easier if I knew how to fight like a cat or purrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr like a meow, perhaps it'd be easier if I closed the door.
Perhaps it wouldn't be easier at all!
(everything starts from thoughts that scatter inside the bedroom))
給我看妳的底褲！My sweet sweet (overexposed) days in penang ♬⋆.˚!
Longing for more days like this. We talk, we sing, we take a stroll on the street like it's our papa's road; we gapsiao, we climb, we curse, we feel whatever is in front of our eyes and of course we are happy. Oh, and happy Wednesday! My most favorite day of the week hehe
Can you even tell my mood based on the colour :3
Of course I'll write a paragraph about my affection towards fingertips. But I guess I'll keep it a secret till the day I'm sitting side by side with you and tell you the stories.
