What Is Poetry If Not Politics? Buried Deep Beneath The Blots Of Ink Lie True Intentions And Harsh Realities.

Caffeine helps going through everyday shits Indonesian government throws at its people.

And we might be a 'Richard Papen' somewhere in our life. Looking for place where we can feel desired, needed, and would never get left behind.

thinking about how richard papen was so desperate to find somewhere to belong because of the broken family he came from and he was obsessed with the exclusive class and after joining them he started resembling them, picking up their habits and their attitude, all because he wanted a family, to be included, and yet even after he joined them he still remained an outsider up until the very end. “your worst sin is that you have destroyed and betrayed yourself for nothing” is so richard papen

Coffees I consumed throughout July. Became addicted to hot Vanilla Latte.

Your lips seems blurry in my mind like it was miles and miles away, and i never been this passionately miserable of missing something that was never mine to claim in the first place, the hurt caused by the absence of your touches keep bludgeoning me like a hammer to a nail, a harsh reminder of how I was nothing than a mere object in a tasteless sentence, without your presence, breathing seems missing its meaning.

Therefore, do not hesitate to make a mistake and continue searching until you find the right person.

k.b. // human design analysis

Temples are built for gods. Knowing this a farmer builds a small temple to see what kind of god turns up.

The Secret History by Donna Tartt

I liked Henry. It was happened rather naturally due to the tendency of mine to like cold and mysterious characters. The book synopsis on the book, will not giving you anything rather than a thought of 'ah this book is about students who discovered about the lost history from Ancient Greek and the fact is they're going to change the world with their discovery'. Mind you, I wasn't a Penguin Publisher collector/reader type of girl. Rather, I am more like 'I read what I want and what my heart desired, whenever I want'. So to be frank, this was my very first 500+ pages English novel that I could finish. Which is surprising cause I remember I bought this book only for the aesthetic.

The beginning of the book was so brutal, with the fact that someone has died, not just died but murdered. What a start, isn't it? But it's classic, it ought to be mysterious and made you uncomfortable to sleep without knowing what happen next. The thing about this type of book (modern classic), you'll know that this is a masterpiece when the first sentence of the book was about death.

I lost my words, to be honest. But me, here, right after finishing the book, not for criticizing the book, but only to stay sane. The thing that solely going through my mind is how furious I am yet I feel so empty cause this book is just end like that. Not giving me enough closure that I need!

I almost hate everyone in this book, even with Bunny. But then, by the end of the book, I pity myself. I pity myself for even mad at them all.

Bring back my sanity. I pity myself for not even mad at their wrong-doings to Bunny

July's Bookmail.

1980's edition of Bumi Manusia and Anak Semua Bangsa by Pramoedya Ananta Toer.

March to April: Caffeine's Gallery.

Crazy how this bitter liquid (although not all of them are) helped me cope with everything.