our complete lack of definition is both a source of amusement and
confusion for us both. we're not together. we're not not together. we
have no future, but our present is quite lovely. we're doomed.

I'm fickle. I changed my mind. As magical as september seemed, october
is devoid of all that shine. All that romance...gone.

Avery. A new word for wonder.

sometimes, being partially japanese is a source of frustration and discontent. other times, it's simply hilarious to be part of a gene pool that produces shit like this:


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a simple yes or no to one of these: should I tell him I love him 1.
before he goes? 2. after he goes? 3. never?

[hoshi no koe] wa nagusameshi da yo...

You walked into this world/ as a superhuman boy and girl/ In the ( Read more... )

it's silly, and melodramatic, but I look for parallels where I can ( Read more... )

things which are amazing: the audacity of youth, the intimacy of
sharing food, the stealthiness of connection, the brilliance of
honesty, the bitterness of disappointment, the keenness of longing.

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