i wish i could surf.

both physically hold the talent to and, live by a stunning beach where the sun is regular company. that would be pretty ideal.

(a. and b. are completely, not at all related)

a) i ran into this on tumblr and couldn't have felt more relieved or more intrigued, even.

b) hahaaa, honey, i very much doubt that.

it aches, of course it does. only a fool would deny it. i'm still definitely foolish, though - solely admitting something can't be a sufficient method of redeeming it. actions absolutely, positively and completely speak louder than words. no doubt about it. although actually, a not-so-foolish person would overlook it. ignore it. get the fuck over it. 


nicely leads me onto NB:  continuous analysing of just about every aspect of something, too, is silly.






shut up samy, go to sleep.