Moments become more vivid with the passage of time. Yesterday’s encounters and goodbyes exist for this very moment. With every alley, every crossroad that I pass, it all leads me to the very same place. A moment like this.
Moments become more vivid with the passage of time. Yesterday’s encounters and goodbyes exist for this very moment. With every alley, every crossroad that I pass, it all leads me to the very same place. A moment like this.
”Like a small sesame seed, a yellow baby chick Min Suga enters.”
”Like a small sesame seed, a yellow baby chick Min Suga enters.”
I think it really sucks when you realise how alone you are because you only really talk to 1 maybe 2 people and when neither of them are available you kind of just lay there in bed hoping your phone will buzz with a text from them or something so you continuously check it and you try to distract yourself and then you get sad about how alone you really are
Evening fog bands drift out over San Francisco Bay
Evening fog bands drift out over San Francisco Bay
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