Jan 17, 2015
happy birthday, stinky
You're late. Thank you.
...I think--
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happy birthday, stinky
You're late. Thank you.
...I think--
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hey! I think you're cute. the sky is nice tonight. let's hold hands
AW I THINK YOU’RE CUTE TOO YES HOLD MY HAND LET US DANCE UNDERNEATH THE STARS
i can't believe tomorrow is christmas 1st
gasps you get the lights i get the tree
ding dong
get me outta here jesus
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hyeri loves attention, and one of the worst things you could do was not give it to her. she feels it is an obligation for you to give at least a little bit of your time while you’re talking to someone - look at them, nod, say something smart or interesting to continue their line of thought. or at least, pretend you do.
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reading a book together aw
He loves reading, loves tracing the ridges on the spines of the books, skimming the pads of his fingertips along the inky black words that crawl across the pages. Likes to close his eyes and immerse himself in yet another world that he cannot physically embrace.
He likes it even more when he’s with Krystal.
Her voice gives solidity to the words. Not too sweet, not too calm. It’s a perfect in between where he can settle back and continue to dream on to his heart’s content, where the words trickle in slow steady streams onto his lap.
She likes it too, so they take turns. One page is for her, then one page for him. Shoulders bumping against each other, knees occasionally touching. And that’s how it always is.
He doesn’t think too much of it.