every time i wake up, i think about how i love this land.
we have been talking a lot about this with Ryu recently.
when you love so much that do not need anything else.
when you can turn off all the 海外 apart of this very place.
probably, that is what is called to be devoted to your home.

but, i was promised NY for the next Christmas and Paris in June.

just to be.
...
when i saw your blood on my hands, it just went without saying
asking, what kind of blood is that?

yours is purer than mine, you know.
but that makes me adore you even more.

i have been wondering why the ones, with such a pure blood,
are falling so far and so fast. why they prefer being not clean.
in so many ways to contrast with their pure blood. i wonder,
why. if i gave all my secrets away to the society, for sure is.
汚すぎる　is how it can be defined. but humans are strange.
i have been developing the others definitions of being clean.
definitely, not that little beautiful and cruelly refined sins of us.

誰のー？

it is easy to share if we talk about bodies. i will share.
if is even more easier to define love in the different terms.
but at times, you are using the same words towards me,
i would love to think about making you meet one day too.
when i decide to end the world or when i become way wiser,
i will arrange the meeting, maybe

bro is awesome to make the conclusion that if i have money,
i will prefer to spend my time spending them then go to the
c/ mansion. logically it is complete. i dont go there when i
feel too much happiness hence in the searching for salvation.
when i buy clothes, i feel happiness. if i have money, i can
buy clothes and drink starbucks coffee. and it hell works, yes.

for a while, respectively.

though, begged bro for the fur *-------*
rabbits are so cute, being the coats. happy new year <3
i am not sure it is not something else anyway, but cute.
desired. granted. my desires here come true in an instant.
and i dont have to make something excessive for that even.
only, commit less sins. a little bit less sins. capable of that.

sometimes i think my lust is weaker than my clothes addiction.