Love has a post. The week leading to this Saturday was a quiet one. One that sounded like となりの怪物くん’s OST on repeat while I cleaned up delinquent story lines and messy paragraphs, cutting down chunks with a chainsaw and frequently
Is this a non-weekend post? It is a non-weekend post! I’m resting my head from all those intentionally well-thought-of (but rather tacky) words for a breather. And also, I’m working on something that’s, um, really trying. So trying that my
I don’t mean to stir your envy, but I have been getting pleasant sleep this week, and I think I know why. Three words: nostalgic brain click. Doesn’t make sense? How about this: when was the last time you accessed
Which, to begin with, I deeply apologize for. The 2nd week of March was me running after a heartbreak. And another. It just keeps on rolling. The climax is me, opening my arms and finally embracing this *pain* because, God,
