Keirrasaoshima סיפור

because words have weight.

Almost always alone.

Hear me out, please.

She's sane. In a mad way. [blurred lines]

You are invited.

Jean's apology letter.

It was supposed to be a poem, A thank you and appreciation kind of poem. But I probably forgot that in the middle, So I end up blabbing for curious people. *grins*

She was asked where to look. [blurred lines]

The first time I saw her...