i need to make an oc to torture

back at work and everything is already hitting me like a truck

one day, you emerged from where salt meets sand. so fragile, gentle, and kind.

so tired this week...

i love and appreciate people who are patient with me :')

this heat wave might kill me

one day, we will meet under the stars again.

thinking about yaoi

had a really good sandwich

why am i always sick when i have a day off

i can't wait to be on vacation. feeling at my wits end rn.

i hope that machines will love the scent of flowers and the cicadas buzz as much as we did.

staring at the blackness of some distant star

i am better off as a concept

anyway thinking about how much i love gap moe

coworker asked if ive been doing okay. myabe i should kms

the bitter scent of cigarettes makes me feel such sorrow

back to hating my job

new fixation has me researching ancient chinese philosophy

dreaming of a butterfly. somewhere blurred between illusion and reality.