the way to my heart is through your words.
the way to your world lay by my lips.
let's go make out at the bookstore
when nobody's around.
i'll be nora, you, joyce.
i'll let you break my heart one more time.

love comes in all shapes and forms, different mediums, and various isms.
don't drowse; love says hi to us everyday.
here he comes, beating pain against your windowsill.
oh hello you, how do you do?

love,
me
it’s been a almost 15 months, and i still miss her. i hope she misses me, too. “Maria was like cherry blossoms that flourish all year around. Layers of pale pink petals that showered on you. You’d go home and find one of the petals stuck in your hair and you’d smile; you’d go home and smell her perfume on your coat and you’d smile. The last time I saw her was for the cherry blossom festival at Genki’s old apartment. You looked so pretty in pink.” —me

it’s been a almost 15 months, and i still miss her. i hope she misses me, too.

“Maria was like cherry blossoms that flourish all year around. Layers of pale pink petals that showered on you. You’d go home and find one of the petals stuck in your hair and you’d smile; you’d go home and smell her perfume on your coat and you’d smile. The last time I saw her was for the cherry blossom festival at Genki’s old apartment. You looked so pretty in pink.”

—me