what i'm about to say can be taken in more ways than one. maybe in ways that i would never thought of. maybe in ways you would never thought of. maybe in ways that only the pages of our journals could tell, all of them stained and dripping with ink…

hello— this is your little girl. this little girl wants to tell you that maybe, perhaps, shes not so little anymore. pretty hard to believe, but her little noodle arms can now reach the top shelf with only a little help of her tippy toes. her little smile can make…

ever since instagram i have a feeling people know what i like — skies, flowers, bts. i started to assign myself to those things and those things only, to identify myself merely by things i think people think i like. …

selama ini, aku selalu berdiri di belakangmu dan melihat punggung kamu. punggung kamu saja. kadang bertanya-tanya gimana pemandangan depan kamu—luas? apa kamu lihat laut di ujung cakrawala sana? langit yang sama luas dan lapangnya dengan hati kamu? saking asyiknya ngeliatin punggung, sampai lupa menoleh lihat pemandanganku sendiri. tapi belakangan ini…

my house is a heart and another heart and another heart my house is a heart warm and goes tick, tock, click, clock, and when it strucks twelve it goes ding, dong my home is a heart and another heart and a clock and another heart and a tock and another heart and another and my heart.