Might not get a chance to blog again tonight.

You know, it feels like you’ve been replaced.
by them.

You’re not.
at least not in my heart.

Talking to cousin + fiction makes me emo.

sometimes I think they are married.
with love. and hope. like humans.
we run, tremble, fall, and harbor hope in most ridiculous situations.

remember the story I told you?
He broke my heart, you know?

just need a hand to hold.
some warmth and real shades of hope and simple faith.
let me know if your hands aren’t the ones to hold.

I dreamt of teukie the other day.
vibrant.
clear like in HD mode.
laughing.

laughing (: