To the moon. And back.

I've been away for so long but what can I say, tumblr has more fascinating pictures than clementomy.
It's such a convenient tool to express what I want to say, and what I don't want to say. Just strolling down the page and click "Reblog" whenever I see pretty/funny/obscene picture.

The brilliant creator designed it in such a simple form, to the extent that I don't care if I ever put any effort in explaining my smile and tears. A picture tells it all, which lead me to a belief that one day all the novel will be evolved into picture form, just like kid story books, because adults are too busy to translate words with their brain.

When I feel sad I reblog a picture of strangers with their tears rolling down.
When I am happy I reblog picture of Nicole Scherzinger.
When I get lonely I reblog picture of couples kissing in bed. or something like that HAHAHA.

My emotion has became less valuable because it's not as beautifully photographed as others'.
Because I, the master of my own body, don't give a damn to put it down in words or if I choose the right word to express my feeling anymore.

But things will come to a halt no matter how terrific it has been, like how I came to this point finding watching adult movie as meaningless as waiting for poo to come out.
But I know the ending of something will carry out the outset of something else, in character radiation style, the vacancy will never be empty.