MMWW

on my lunch break and I’m reading an article on what it’s like to have sex with Hugh Hefner.

Don’t give up hope for the worst literature blog on tumblr. 

Just because I have forgiven, does not mean I have forgotten. Or that my wounds have healed.  hmm

A Damaged Find. 

Jean-Paul Sartre

It’s a beautiful blue and has a late logo design on it, so it’s not unfortunately the earlier version but I still love it. I keep this one on a desk in front of a large stain glass window to let the sunshine in.  I’ll post more photos of it soon! 

I think it very difficult to make new friends especially with my on and off social anxiety.  I often find myself humiliated after a desperate attempt for attention or likeness. 

Thanks, I love your blog!

Past books read on my bookshelf.

Bought this from my local bookstore which I hope to one day blog however not sure if the old man would like it. 

Visiting peoples homes is a real gift for me. I love to see their origins.  Their knick-knacks whisper to me their secrets, promises and past. Are they organised or artistically cluttered? Do their rooms feel safe to them and comforting to guests? What are their inspirations and hobbies? For I am sure their room will tell me.  When I walk into my room, I see it representing me.  A room is perhaps similar to a book. You read it and the story is about who they are.