lovely.

today was a beautiful day. it was warm, the sun was shining. everyone was in skirts. including me. in my white skirt. when it rained. and i fell. and it was beautiful. fucking beautiful.

les jours tristes

orange highlighter smells like oranges. the little delights barely catches the wind. how to reconcile the difference between today and tomorrow? what do ascetic ideals mean?

what is this emptiness that echoes. everything done is like dust in the sand. only little nothings mean somethings. i have a real talent for picking the blade that drives the most deeply. why does my heart go into overdrive at nothing?

shadows have more substance.

為什麼一天比一天過得慢