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. . I keep thinking there is nothing left in me to break. Then I wake up and break all over again. Yet somehow, I’m never broken. I survive. [...]
July 20, 2017
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. . Her kiss tasted like winter, and I knew the seasons had changed and things would never be the same again. Spring wouldn’t come this time. . .
July 18, 2017
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. . You know what? I‘ll kiss you so often, you’ll get nothing done. . . —
July 17, 2017
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. [Live Journal] The Interview of Han Cheonsa . Often I smoke cigarettes and fantasize about Lee Donghae being killed in a car accident. . .
March 14, 2017
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. . Thing could be worse I guess, he could’ve been a vegan. . .
March 12, 2017
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. . We drink and we wait to die . . —
March 11, 2017
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. [Han Cheonsa’s Writing] . I slowly turn into one of the characters of the book I am reading and quietly wonder how long this one will [...]
March 10, 2017
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. . It has always been said that the sun rose every morning just to meet her. . .
March 8, 2017
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. . I know I don’t love her anymore. . .
March 5, 2017
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. In related story with: cœur . The faint smell of Lilac filled her soul with hope. . .
March 1, 2017
