imanari

seven billion lives exchanging their daily nuances, and here we are exchanging ours.

with this, i’ll take up space. i'll become a piece of your mind and thoughts.

something so "normal" hides an underlying touch of human intimacy. that, as of now, our stories have overlayed.

we'll create wonderful things... both in this life, and the next.

for that, i thank you.

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How are you?

Sorry for the hiatus, love you always my stranger of the internet ❤️

march,

it's certainly been a while, i'm glad to know you're still around <3 i've been well, many new changes to my life that i'm trying to get used to.

how have you been? never apologize for taking some time away. i'll always assume you're busy enjoying the life we often use these blogs to run away from.

between all the complaining about the class material, and how hard it was to study and keep up with assignments, i think i forgot that i must've liked biology just a little bit. that i'd always loved science.

four years with the same teacher, learning the same familiar lessons and preparing for similar test questions, and now it's over. i'll never sit in that class as student learning for the first time again. i'll never study for those familiar tests again.

it hit me like waves of sadness and longing. i didn't even notice when i was studying for my last unit that this would, in fact, be my last unit. that the pressure of finals made me forget i wouldn't have another study guide to work on after this.

it truly ends today.

and i'm mourning the routine i have subconsciously grown so fond of all these years. i'll miss the classroom and the friends i had around. if only i could capture it in perfect stills and frame them like memories above my bed. when we played cards and a children's game today, it felt safe and i wished every class could feel like that.

despite the late nights and turmoil, i'm sure that, in 10 years time, i'd wish for nothing more than to be sitting three desks behind my teacher, on the left side of the long lab table in a seat i stole on day two of class.

i hope the life i forced into them seeps back through my hands

by now, he’s forgotten how this love came to shape. how the fondness in his chest had grown to consume the arteries of his heart and the vessels of his brain - he’d slice them open, raw and warm, to reveal forgotten memories of her if he could.

he never cared for whether it was platonic or romantic. As whatever the love, longing still followed. he loved her feverently, like a moth to flame, so bright, it would surely burn him. it would consume him whole.

101311191514 has fallen for 25119139145, but he wasn’t stupid.

he’s always known, with a heaviness that sunk past his nails into his bones

i still love them so much, making sure to tell them so. my note reads “i’ll love you always” because throughout everything, i don’t think i’ve ever once stopped loving them.

only understanding.

i’d cross the bridge of death time and time again just to see you once more on the other side.

you seem sorrowful