when the As finally end, i'm going to get re-acquainted with myself (:

i hope i have a good time

slipping sliding twisting turning
little rivulets shot through the heart with tints of red
and flecks of gold
plip plop splish splash
framed against dark mahogany
and streaks of silver

i like nights that dont really feel like nights; like it's a neverending twilight

have you ever seen something so beautiful that there's this queer ache inside of you?

ctrl s