#* words

Though they buried me in monuments of concrete slabs, of cables though they mounted a pyramid of cold light over my head though they said, we will build silver paradise with a bulldozer it shows how little they know about vanishing: I have my ways of getting through.

Also now that I'm learning chinese whenever I hear jokes making fun of how asian ppl pronounce things I just think of ü like

people are people

Sometimes we're on a collision course, and we just don't know it. Whether it's by accident or by design, there's not a thing we can do about it. We found each other in a way that we thought we never would: shameless, fast-paced, and comical. But still, it has it’s own beauty for the lack of old-fashioned romance. Naturally, it’s how I describe “us”.