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My tweets
- Thu, 00:09: I have no idea where this story is going
- Thu, 00:10: RT @ VeryShortStory: I removed the crown from your sleeping head and tried it on. It fit perfectly. Father said I was to be king but my hear…
- Thu, 00:10: heh heh
- Thu, 00:20: I just combined two cliches to create one big angsty plot, somebody kill mehhh
- Thu, 10:27: Actually, I ( Read more... )
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My tweets
- Tue, 22:48: ang init
- Tue, 23:17: maybe in some ways, you were inevitable <---- suddenly unearthing stuff I wrote that don't make sense
- Tue, 23:21: I want to write but my thoughts are scattered everywhere and I'm dabbling on everything all at the same time T^T
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My tweets
- Mon, 12:14: I forgot to upload the pictures... ^0^
- Mon, 22:36: I'm packing every memory that we made In a suitcase ~~~~~
- Mon, 22:46: She said I remember loving you All of the good shit and all the bad shit too ~~~~~
- Tue, 10:18: I should have gone to a yoga class today #sleepy
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the white lace curtains might be his only link to this past lifetime
I dreamt of my father again. For the first time in months. I didn’t pay attention to my surroundings because I didn’t know where we were headed. All I can grasp of my memory now is of medium sized boats, a pier, the sea and a beautiful sunset.
My father is still sick. But he’s not as thin as he was before he died. His room is bright, glass windows ( Read more... ) -
hello, how are you?
It wasn’t the scent of spring or of new beginnings. But of winter and things that leave you cold and shivering in the dark. It wasn’t a promise of forever, but a reminder that things are ephemeral. Not of a great love… just a heart, unspoken for, slowly breaking.
