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breather.

my desk is not nearly as cluttered as my head.


my friend sang my mom happy birthday over the phone the other day – like the giant nerd he is – and i’m holding on to small moments like that. 

the weather’s getting colder and i’ve grown quieter and i’m tired a lot. of engaging and apologizing and not being able to be hurt too. so i fall asleep early nowadays. 

i can make matcha lattes and completely clean out my closet, but please don’t ask me how i am.

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