...Let's make it pink

I grew up with Mikey. I was there when his father passed away. I was there when he was forced to grow up too, too young. I was there when he graduated from college to the loudest cheers in the crowd. I was there for those sleepless nights where we talked for hours and when, with bleary-eyed optimism, he’d tell me about his California dreams. And I was there the day he made those dreams a reality. I was there for tears and so, SO many laughs; for Cake-In-A-Mug™ and croque monsieurs, for Daft Punk and Sweeney Todd and dressing in drag and plans to become YouTube famous. But as close as we are, I know no one can hold a candle to Mamie. This may not be a life-or-death emergency (for which I am so thankful), but he is the most deserving person I have ever met and I would love if this could happen for him.

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even if their baby looks like a blob.

MICHONNE IS A MOM

HOW MANY TIMES ARE YOU GONNA TRY TO KILL THIS BOY?!

burnt cinnamon roll - been through hell and back, slightly charred

When I went back in search of our neighborhood street, the street had aged so much. You could feel that the time had passed. i can’t go back to my youth, or to this street. They are both the same. Time will always flow. Everything will pass by. That might be why youth is beautiful. It shines, blindingly bright, for just an instant. But you can never go back to it. 1988. This is the end of our Ssangmundong story. Longing for that time and longing for that street isn’t because I miss the younger version of myself. In that place, where we won’t be able to gather like that again, I regret being unable to say my final farewell. To the things that are already gone, to a time that has already passed, I want to say a belated farewell.                                     Goodbye, my youth. Goodbye, Ssangmundong.