The blog
A pile of reconstructed memories serving as a history book for my days ahead. I am a waif, and I am wanderlust; venturing people’s thoughts and the mysteries of the universe, and tend to observe more than I should. Therefore I am the wanderlust waif armed with a notebook and pen. A quiet conversationalist. I can be hippie, I can be mod. It depends on my mood …and apparently my laundry. I long for you to inspire me to inspire you.
Interests
enigmatic conversations, ethereal art, woven words, details of this and that, strangers on the street, night walks, the big blue sky, lush green grass, warm hugs, memories of heaven and hell, astounding and out of this world personalities
Movies
Insanely crafted films that have me gasp in awe and leave me contemplate in deep depression for days, and the ones worth of my dime and time.
Music
A perfect blend of whimsical word-weaves, peculiar hazy vocals, ticklish guitar strums, heart-pounding drums, eloquent bass-line, and every surreal shit that makes a good song and capable of making me wilt and quiver like a flower in a garden.
Books
Definitely not the ones I spend reading for weeks but can guess where the ending goes and ends lame.
