" You aren't annoyed? We can't even hold a conversation! You aren't understanding me! "" We don't need to be talking to understand one another. "
Anh Huynh was never alone in San Francisco. She was met with silence only in her sleep, still sometimes interrupted by the sounds of the night; never peaceful. She enjoyed things more, that way.
The streets of Tokyo bustled with noise in a familiar way, all bright lights and odd smells and new cultures. The libraries at Ouran Academy, her temporary school, were equally as loud. Even with her broken Japanese, she was always talking and never quiet and never alone. Only in the evenings did Tokyo hold an unnerving sort of silence, welcomed by her host family, and unfamiliar to her.
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title dedicated to edna st. vincent millay who wrote abt being down to clown with women all the way back in 1920.... tha icon
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what lips my lips have kissed • fujioka
Fanfiction❛ and where, and why, i have forgotten ❜ IN WHICH a plucky exchange student learns how to understand actions, rather than words. [fujioka haruhi] fxf tryna do slow burn but we'll see how tht works out