"ゆかちゃん, 泣かないで。"

♡

chapter ii

I met up with a close friend of mine after nearly half a year of not seeing each other and hung out at yet another teahouse

♡

We spent nearly five hours eating and catching up. Five. Hours. EATING. (And catching up).

cynosure

I feel so lucky to have a place like this to come home to at night

no decaf allowed

You drink black coffee in the morning because black is your favorite and the taste matches the aroma, the color, your mood. It slinks to the back of your throat and it stings. You wince once. And you do it again. Over and over. You’re tired and all you can think of is sleep because sleep requires the least work out of everything else, including drinking coffee. But you pick coffee over sleep because it wakes you up from the heavy and dark slumber you’ve been in denial about being in all your life.

I don't care where

Just take me with you.

//.

not-so-guilty

she's like smoke;

"She's like smoke; you think you're seeing her clearly enough, but when you reach for her there's nothing there." -Ryū Murakami

 Maybe it's from my experience with film, but I really enjoy double and long exposures, as well as black and white over color. Just had some fun playing around with my well neglected camera.