suddenly the world has softer edges, the sun stays out longer, and even the parts of me that forgot how to be happy are going “lol hollup… we still know how to do this??” like oh… so THIS is why people write stupid love songs.
for this wench hath left nary a crumb behind. all ghostly, all glamour, all mine eyes art being accosted. me: alas, i am but a humble fool at her mercy. like a cictorian spectre? outrageous behaviour, truly.
fare thee well, seoul (사이렌.)
for this wench hath left nary a crumb behind. all ghostly, all glamour, all mine eyes art being accosted. me: alas, i am but a humble fool at her mercy. like a cictorian spectre? outrageous behaviour, truly.