• Vintage, but not quite.
• Retro, but not quite.
• Pale, washed out blue and pink colour schemes.
• Pale washed out pictures.
• Classical, contemporary, jazz and ballads on piano.
• Music. Indie and alternative rock.
• Boys who make music. 
• Rubix cubes, gameboy colours and yellowed notebooks.
• Yellow finish guitars, charcoal black matte finish guitars.
• Sheer makeup on lovely people.
• Lovely people.
• Sexual innuendos, thats what she saids.
• Messy hair, top knots, ash brown.
• Quirky, cute, ironic tshirts.
• Skirts, buttons, clicks.
• Cliche but not quite.
• Blackberry, nintendo, yamaha.
• Old worn in shoes that fit and are comfortable.
• Backpacks. Sidesaddles.
• Volume, loud, high, unmanagable.
• Dancing badly, singing badly, airguitaring badly.
• Facebook and blogger.
• Family, friends. Photos.
• Natural non pose photos.
• Cityscapes, landscapes, skyscrapers, lush meadows.
• Straigheners, wax, mousse, hairspray.
• Nice smelling beds, fluffy pillows, warm blankets.
• Hugs. From guys, from chicks.
• Goodmorning, goodnights, phonecalls, texts.
• Nice smelling things in general.
• Skins. Bloody fucking skins.
• Lyrics, helvetica, being god damn indie.
• Melancholy, chloreic, phlegmatic, sanguine.
• Lists. Diary entries, reading old diary entries.
• Poems that don't rhyme. Books with pretty covers.
• Rain. Sunshine. Wind. Cold.
• Saturday mornings, Friday nights.
• Maths class on a Thursday, lovely teachers.
• Thinking about the things I love. :)

Hello, this is Tien. This blog is the remains of the unconventional cliches and angsty phrases of my teenage years. (Plus a new one every now and then)
I ♥ Phoenix, (500) days of summer, double entendres, unmade beds, autumn, Chopin, syncopated melodies, G7 chords and things that make me feel.

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