Really missing the delicate and exquisite pain of Nona the ninth. Really missing “It’s finished, it’s done. You can’t take loved away.” Really missing “life is too short and love is too long”. Really missing “and so Nona stayed”

It makes me really happy when my hyperfixations stay with me without turning sour. When I thinks about things one, three, four years later and just thinking about them makes me smile a little.

When I finish something and I say “I want this to change me forever” I mean this.

I really don’t like April’s fools day.

Oh wow I’ve not posted anything for more than a week