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a little life story <33

Two makeshift detectives chase after the disappearance of Ophelia Artel.

what chagrin, how bittersweet. i wish you were jealous of me.

Life is a mess of stars. And I am the whole sky around me.

If all the unfathomable chances and stars didn’t drift into a straight line, like an airplane runway for me to take off into their heart.

Birthday cakes and treasure hunts. Damp towels and bickering in a squeaky car. White wine and cigarettes.

Nobody realizes how small we are, in a big, big, cruel world.

It’s the fifth time he’s been here this week. 

Time could kill, but it could not kill everything.

a nostalgic poem?