Maybe I am so much way like this. Like, no strings attached. But, absolutely it will come to an end. And I can’t even imagine how it should end. I don’t know…… Don’t tell.
musim nulis di tumblr
musim jadi orang picisan
musim mikirin orang
musim deg-degan
musim takut ketauan
tumblr dibaca orang
ah, naon bray
IELTS. Mango dessert. None of those are the puzzles.
Somebody already got the excalibur. Somebody, who doesn’t even know.
Who doesn’t even care.
Just…. don’t give that sword to anyone, hey somebody.
Your musical compatibility with &*^@)($@ is SUPER
They said.
But non, ils faux. It’s not just music, we’d known better.
It took so long for me to finally release it. It needed hundreds of stories, denials, projects, documents, movies, and books to burn it. But in the end, every thing burst out with just one notification email. I mean, it really cut me out.
Blah. That’s why I started to write on tumblr. You know the pattern. My pattern.
Hello there, I’ve been missing you.
Kata Seorang Sahabat
N: Kalo gue dorong lo ke laut lo bisa nyelametin diri ngga?
L: Bisalah. Gue kan bisa berenang. Tapi kalo gue kenapa-kenapa ada dua hal yang ngga bisa gue jamin keselamatannya.
N: Apa?
L: Barang-barang yang ada di dalem tas ini… sama elo.
N: …………………………………
here is just us, a really!
