********, or Wyrmm.
Thirty-one. Forever oscillating. Living Like I'll Die Tomorrow!
Yays: Cold Water. Cold canned ginger ale. Lucid dreaming. Spring. Spring onions.
Nays: Licorice. Fennel. Fondant. Stagnant air. Forgetting thoughts.


07/12/26, 1:58pm
Like millions of crystal shards are burrowing into my brain; a hand in a tub of rice
~Nothing ever happens for me ♪♫
Blackbean crunchwrap from good ol Taco Bell
Still not gaming, at all! There will be a time where I feel like it again.
Whatever was streaming on Toonami Aftermath last night (Ghost in the Shell & Cowboy Bebop).
Does reading the microexpressions of others count? Or the insides of my eyelids?



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