19, self-deprecating, twitchy, temperamental. Likes the second person an awful lot.
there are two lives in which i kill you: hold your body close to mine, kiss your frostbitten nose and sing until you stop crying, sing until i am hoarse and my broken voice sounds like mother's, the...
when you were just a girl i marched you through the stars and in so doing, sealed your fate between them, two inches of glass between you and oblivion.
"A fierce embrace, a word of thanks, a cheerful whistle, and hours in a van. Somehow these pieces must bring back the man you were, but the ocean claims your ashes on the sand." - Vienna Teng.
Mediocre food, awful awful CCTV New Years Gala show and my grandma having the loudest phone conversation in recorded and unrecorded history..
I already know that the fact that I'm convinced I am a waste of air is irrational. I know my melodrama is silly. I don't need to be told.
Sometimes it's better to light a flamethrower than curse the darkness. - Men at Arms, Terry Pratchett.
Going out into the street after it's been raining in Xiamen is what I'd imagine being punched in the face with a fart would feel like..
They cut you open and you fall apart obediently, split in two, a red sash down your speckled white skin. You are an animal now, not a child; a frog or a cow's eye, dead and to be dissected.
You always smelled of coffee and orange peels, a home I pretended to remember for your sake. Our hands shook, your back trembling like crumbling marble when I kissed where the cracks split your skin.