Ill make a fire

Your bulbs have burned out
blackness is all I see
There is no light in this house
I’m wandering aimlessly

illumination is a must
The need for brightness is stark
but my eyes cannot adjust
and youre still trapped in the dark

A bowl of noodles
A bowl of rice with 1/3 of an omelette

I only talk when you are sleeping
That’s when I tell you everything
And I imagine that somehow you’re going to hear me

Peter Silberman —

Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength, while loving someone deeply gives you courage.

Lao Tzu —

A hot dog (which was gross)
Half a panini, a side of Mac, a slice of pickle, a small bag of kettle chips
Three kisses

Let the sun sink in and kick it back

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You’re the superior person here, so I’d rather be with you than her.

B.R. —

Anonymous sent:
are you just into Asian and white guys?

My preferences are mainly white guys.

Benedict is that you

Me: Hey has anyone told yo-
Nick: I know what you're going to say
Me: Okay what was I going to say?
Nick: You were going to say that I look like Benedict Cumberbatch
if allowed, I'll include a photo so the world can see how uncanny the resemblance is.

Two shots and Im out

I was walking across the parking lot when a gentleman stopped me. He stuttered, trying to find the right words, before finally telling me, “Hey, are you Vietnamese?” I responded with a “Uh yeah.” Then he said, “I just wanted to let you know you’re pretty.” I thanked him and tried to continue on my journey towards the library, but he interjected by cutting me off and continuing with chit chat. By that point I thought, “OKAY. WHATEVER. I DON’T HAVE ANYTHING TO DO RIGHT NOW ANYWAYS” so I returned the chit chat. We sat on some stone ledges by the Philosophy building where he proceeded to ask me a bunch of questions about school, what I do in my spare time, my relationship status, and just a plethora of things. I didn’t want to tell all which made me appear defensive with every question that was thrown at me. Eventually I told him that I’m not interested in Hispanics, which didn’t really deter him away. The talk went on and eventually he had to get to his class and I told him I was going to go to the library and read. He asked me for a form of contact, a number, facebook, email, instagram, something. But I politely refused and told him to just look for me around school. “Good luck” I said.

I’m at school two days a week and out of the two days, only one of the days do I actually show my face around the campus. The chance of meeting is slim.

He was a pushy, pushy 26 year old hailing from Westminster. I don’t even remember his name. But that’s probably because I had taken whiskey before the encounter haha.