hauntingly beautiful.
I almost forgot why I loved you so much, Amélie Poulain.
how to make…
your own chocolate mint confection
Step 1: Brush your teeth, leaving a tad of toothpaste in mouth (as per desired level of mint ganache)
Step 2: Eat a slice of chocolate.
i backz! *splayed-teethy grin*
futbol!
I have never kicked myself this hard for not giving Parsons a chance. Well it is my fault, so here I am in the dingy basement of a computer lab, typing things even my fingers feel are inconsequential.
And so, I am now looking, with green eyes, at what I could have maybe been, if I had stuck to my original dreams.
“Well, you’ll get to make all the money”, he offered, well intentioned.
But, but,
she’ll get to make all the art.
from my convo with m,
Signs of life (or lack thereof):
“im working out a lot now, and by a lot i dont mean intensely, but i just thrash a bit on the treadmill and the weight machines every single day religious after school and call it a workout, i dont care if people judge me (“siu mui mui, lee doe mm hai WANNN gor wor” or “youve only been on that thing for five minutes man”), it seriously is one of the only things keeping me sane and in a weird way, happy, here, where i feel as much like im dying as im living.”
stub.
been feeling so little lately;
wish I could just walk,
and walk,
and walk,
and walk,
and walk, and see
what beautiful places that takes me.
but
I know I can’t,
I know I won’t.
And that drives me
crazy.
sometimes,
she hears the spidery man (not to be mistaken with a spider man) with the oversized spectacles from next door dragging things around in his room, kccch, kccch, thump.
Kccch, kcch, thump.
And she chooses to believe that he is not merely rearranging furniture (but really, who rearranges furniture at 3 am in the morning?) but is preparing his, in actuality, fifth corpse for embalming, or something.

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