#heyyyoooooooo

i was tagged by tanluke to do the 20 beautiful women challenge and also tagged by fucmichael to do the 6 selfie challenge, and i’m rlly lazy so I’m doing both at once!

i wanted to show you guys both versions of me–with my glasses and bare-faced, and with my contacts and makeup. i’m pretty comfortable with both, and i’m at a place where i’m okay with the way i look, which has been hard for me to get to.

((i saw that u said not 10 c: ))

1. the meaning behind my url

i like aph, and i am a dad

4. last time i cried and why

last week bc i saw myself in the mirror and was so touched by how beautiful i am

6. favorite band

i never know how to answer this bc do u mean band as in like???? bunch of ppl playing instruments together or like musicians in general. if its band bands then like, P!atD, Asian Kung-Fu Gen., Red Hot Chili Peppers, Gorillaz. If musicians/musical artists in general it would be shemusic, kanye west, nicki minaj, lana, stromae, purity ring, aaand a bunch more haha. i listen mostly based on songs, not necessarily based on artist :>

8. top 5 (insert subject)

uhhhh lets do top 5 dumb things ive said in the past 

"slam-dunk ball"

"personal meme"

"because somebody doesnt like nipples"

"im changing my major to memeology"

"the dirty dorito"

20. anything you want to ask

For Haruka, it was an ordinary day, just the same as any other.

… That was how it was, but not quite how it felt; to tell the truth, even though the days spent here in the city were so many that they were getting hard to count, they weren't quite like the “ordinary days” that the boy was so used to, back then.

A single classroom, illuminated by the glittering, warm sun. And the class in full attendance, bearing only two students.

Those days—though it was only for the summer, Haruka had gotten used to them.  And it was nice, getting used to someplace that wasn't the hospital...

Or getting used to someone.

His time spent at that school had been short-lived, however, and moving to the city for his health's sake seemed to be working out alright.  It wasn't like he was alone, either—plenty of familiar faces and friends had shown up! He wasn't unhappy--not at all!

... But, it still felt a little empty.

Humming to himself while drawing with a pencil, his strokes were getting harder and harder to see as the time approached sundown.  Soon he would leave the park, and head back to his apartment.  Haruka smiled down at his drawing, ah—not bad for an afternoon spent in the park!  The subject was his old classmate, drawn from memory, like always.