yanguang never forgets.
How does one not love thee. I cannot count the ways.
Coffee, Dreams. Silence, Unease.
From the Orwellian land of eternal Summer.
Twenty one circles around the Sun.
Ask
I write
Personal
Last.fm
Illusion 2.0 by Hello New York
*Rubs hands* *Face-splitting grin*
YESSSSHH
That wasn’t me.
Nope.
All posterity shall note your vocabulary. The lust that consumes you shall be immortalized.
*Insane maniacal cackle*
*Rubs hands* *Face-splitting grin*
YESSSSHH
A clear sign that I have anger issues.
<Insert commentary and wrestling bell soundclips>
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