赤い糸
I love tea, bird cages and Geoff.


So you realize being called a white male is now being used as an insult among the social justice community
(shaggy2dope-kunから)
My job is to basically stand there and get yelled at by old people.
Spring v2 song of the day:
Marching Bands of Manhattan || Death Cab for Cutie
Addicted to this song.
It is my 3rd anniversary with puraPlastic Tree, Replay
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It’s the final turn of ferris wheel ———
You and I float upwards into the night
Halfway up there’s the light of the town of starry skies and panorama
Inside my right hand there’s warmth,
Someday it’ll shine over someone else
The rhythm starts to beat faster
My heart screaming out your nameExchanging a promise, how and by what magic will we someday meet again?
I’m sorry, thank you, goodbye
Only words I didn’t want to add seem to come out
In the future where I feel so faint and astounded, my heart can only cover.
Eternity will always resemble those ten minutes
In those times, I’ll think (of you)Turning, turning, look at us in the night, in the darkness, searching for the light
Darling, beloved,
I think of you and it causes pain in my chestThe dead of night, still on the ferris wheel——-
We fetch up things left behind to take them
Tears of instant-dry glue, they attach to my open wounds.Ah, that’s it. I’m such a person
Before I met you, I hated myself
So inside the the most important place in my heart,
I call out your nameTurning, turning, my heart again in the night, in the darkness, searches for you
Darling, beloved
I don’t know how long before the light goes out
I don’t need defined things somehowSadness is drawn out through tears
It’s alright, that’s just me.
With an empty right palm, the remaining warmth is just troublesome.I closed my eyes,my memories fell
Stars twinkled and sang
For a hundred years that beating resounds,
Your voice reaches out.Around and around, thinking of you
Once, once but I lost you
Turning, turning the way we were on that day
Comes to mind in the night——Ah, the same again
When I turn back, then it’s morning
Red. Blue. Dreams. Lies. The colored sky
Coming home. The first train. Sunlight. The window
The glittering world flowing through it
Already my hand is left cold,
It’s goodbye——
I bought Spongebob mouthwash. Let me tell you. It tastes like a beverage.