you will hear thunder and remember me, and think: she wanted storms. profile art © victo ngai

ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇʏ ʟᴇғᴛ, sʟᴏᴡʟʏ, ᴏɴᴇ ʙʏ ᴏɴᴇ, ᴡɪᴛʜ ʀᴇʟᴜᴄᴛᴀɴᴄᴇ, ʟᴇᴀᴠɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ sᴀғᴇᴛʏ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪɢʜᴛ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜɪʟʟ ᴄᴇʀᴛᴀɪɴᴛɪᴇs ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʀᴋɴᴇss. ɪᴛ sᴇᴇᴍᴇᴅ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ɴɪɢʜᴛ sᴜᴄᴋᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴜᴘ, ᴛᴏᴏᴋ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ɪɴᴛᴏ ɪᴛs ᴅᴀʀᴋ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ. ɪᴛ sᴇᴇᴍᴇᴅ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʀᴋɴᴇss sᴡᴀʟʟᴏᴡᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇᴍ...ᴘᴇʀʜᴀᴘs ɪᴛ ᴅɪᴅ.

> Highlighting all that white text crashed my browser.

crawl into the space between the notes, and curl back to loneliness.

I wear my garment so it shows. now you know.

❝ 狂乱の夜会へようこそ とっておきのゲームを始めましょう ❞

you owe no allegiance to the facts. talking like a saint on the side of the accident.

and i remember that day on the shoreline, you showed me how to live.

❝ i would talk more frequently, but i'm used to being alone. ❞