sing to me.

 

These days, all i hope for was waking up in the early morning, lying 80 degrees on my bed, earl grey tea by the side, reading magazines, listening to chill out pop songs, waiting for the sun to be at its highest at 3pm, till the time passes by. And in the noon will be carrying around my old camera taking photos wherever it will take me/drinking tea at a cafe sketching people and people/babe watch at the same time.

but i could hardly get to sleep for more than 4 hours per day, due to the heavy metal workloads and assignments, maybe my hair would turn grey prettaye sooner than i expected or maybe its the importance of being idle.

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anonymous- 7/4 shoreline by broken social scene