what a crime of rhyme
i've always been terrible at consistent journaling and blogging but i have a good feeling about this one. it's pretty, so i might be more motivated to use this space. as much as writing is cathartic to the soul, it's also very time-consuming. up until now, instagram has been my quick and easy outlet for expression and will continue to be so, but the upcoming uni summer break means plenty of time (i hope) to laze around and be fully absorbed into the mind-state of doing nothing and feeling everything. such moments in one's day can produce as much inspiration as going to a museum for a whole afternoon, or emerging from an engrossing and engaging novel. well.. at least, to this very whimsical infp, these things engender the greatest sense of accomplishment. but for now, i'm back to lying to myself that i'm being very studious at my desk, but in reality, i'm just trying to finish my latest guilty pleasure read about an angel apocalypse, because i am never one to abandon the world when it needs my help.
xoxo, ali.