STILL I HOPE FOR MORE, AND MORE, IN THIS
FUNNY LITTLE WORLD
absolution. symmetry.
and you think you know me?

Ohay thar. The name is Fatia Magistra. Would you give me some cookies?

so hopefully this is—
place where I can share the randomness

Well I obviously sucker for visual but I gotta admit that writing is pretty cool. I can't write, though. Not the good one.

let's have a little piece
of heaven in this little messy world

dA Plurk

credit? credit, please.
because appreciating is important.

Layout: hasta mañana
Inspiration: balloon.s
Fonts: toomunch
Lyrics: Funny Little World
Others: colour codes





when you catch a cold. (Saturday, 5 June 2010 / 01:09)

Song: Pet Shop Boys - Heart
Some sunsets are too beautiful to let go.
So I did catch one.

I do misunderstanding my existence that apparently stands between me for myself and me for all the human in the world. Like that basic simple economy for the junior's first grade: there was this human picture, half of him grab some moneys and half of him get someone's random hand. A hand without body. So, yeah, apparently we're hanging between that. Or more likely like that pretty words that I found somewhere on dA: we're nothing but bloods in our vessels, in search of make us alive.

Of course the answer would be God, anyway.

It appears that I'm going to have prom night in 9 days and so on and so on. Unfortunately I made a little progress this holiday and again, it's my very problem as a phlegmatic person. Well I guess I'll just do this nice and slow.