New York is running out of space, world folds into each other only in a self-destructive way. But isn’t it what I am practicing tho? Where do the blessings go? To the enemies and the cruel-hearted and I know, and I still bless and it’s just fine. 🔆

满月这天好像有水要从我身体涌出来一样，果然哭了

need to be outside everyday and make sure every single one of that ten rain in the start of pre fall entering witheringly winter could all fall on me.

I failed

4 months for a fruit to fruit; how many for reasons to cause?

I love to play guitar -A

Honestly baristas scare the heck out of me, I actually had a nightmare about them last night.