Hey, stranger. I am Des. I’m 23 24 and hating not liking it. I am made of mush like love letters, early morning whispers and red, shiny, heart balloons.
I just recently moved out of my house of 23 and 6 months to become an expat. As to where the hell I presently am, well, I don’t fucking know either.
I will try to maintain this blog as my Project 365, a post a day until 16th of June 2010, because homesickness, separation anxiety and this distance are Teh Suck but at least I want to write about it or put into pictures the other numerous words that I can’t.
Yes, you’ve just read 1.60 expletives in two poorly constructed paragraphs, I can’t promise lesser shit.
Useless facts:
1. I am an only child; which I think is not the best thing in the world but I say there’s so much love in it nevertheless. Or scrutiny.
2. I believe that my high school soccer field owns one of the best sunsets.
3. I like striking album art.
4. I occasionally take pictures of lampposts, power lines, messy poles, tangled electricity cables and those things that sometimes ruin a person’s idea of a clean and orderly horizon.
5. I am a sucker for ice cream in waking hours, Shawarma in the afternoon, pizza at midnight, beer with friends at dusk just right before sunset.
6. I have a huge crush on @MarkHoppus and have asked him to marry me twice.
7. I have a soon to be non-existent blog.
8. I usually like movies that are narrated.
9. I read classics; the kind that my mother previously owned and novels that doesn’t seem to have solid endings. I’m a martyr for Haruki Murakami, I don’t mind that he breaks my heart everytime.
10. Flickr is my art school.
11. I will walk the aisle to The Used’s I Caught Fire (In Your Eyes). I am imagining that by the first chorus, I’m running towards my groom and he’ll kiss me before he’s even told.
12. I heart this one boy.
Oh:
The photos and documents uploaded on this site are mine except when I state otherwise. If you want to use them, please feel free to ask me. If you reblog, please maintain the link. I don’t bite, unless provoked, of course. Just saying.
