Chai & Biscuits

tastefullyoffensive:

Canadian Stats

I saw an old friend of mine today

I wonder if I can truly state that I have old friends

As I am neither old nor, necessarily, a good friend

And I wonder whether you would consider me a good friend. 

I speak not of the friend I shared Edo with

But I speak of the friend who dared to be great

Whose aspirations rose above what I could have imagined

And whose dreams spread faster and smoother than nutella on bread 

It was she who made me think that I could be something more than I am

But I doubt she remembers me for who I am

I doubt she remembers me for what I could be

Instead she remembers the memory of me

Waving goodbye to a school that she could not let go of

Saying goodbye to a friendship stronger than I could have imagined.

It makes me sad now to think that I can no longer call on her

And tell her how proud I am

Inspired I am

In awe I am 

but also how pissed off I am

that we never could keep in touch.

So instead, to her, I raise a cup of hot chai,

something we both enjoy, 

to tell her that she will always be in my heart

and that she will always amaze me. 

That’s a weird ass feeling. 

did-you-kno:

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(via did-you-kno)

It gives me time to feel guilty about procrastinating. 

Damn you internet slow-time-warp speed and your disallowance of letting me watch my youtube videos without that stupid grey circle.. DAMN YOU. 

I have an exam in 2 days. Amount of studying left: 3 days. 

great. 

Yes. Just Yes. 

(via logicalbadluck)

die.

to say the things that mean most. 

When you filter your words, driving them down to a needle, 

to get straight to the point. 

That is the beauty of language. 

Waffling with words seems simple, 

it is easy to get around the dangers of the human language

or to use language to avoid your thoughts. 

But when darkness falls, 

and there are only few words left, 

it is those that we must cherish. 

Its 1 am, and i am stuck in the heart of the assler (butler…) and the only thing i want right now is a full out meal. not the shit they serve in campus dining rooms, no, I want a steak. or something heart. eggplant parmesan would do. 

if you have either of those things or anything similar and are willing to feed a hungry girl in NYC, then let me know. otherwise, I suppose I will wait till the sunrises. 

x

is chikarinrinfu. It’s pretty awesome….