If love was as plain as me.
It is good to have an end to journey towards, but it is the journey that matters, in the end.
Tuesday, June 8, 2010 / 8:55 PM



Sit quietly, doing nothing, spring comes, and the grass grows by itself. 
There was this one guy randomly wave at me and say hello!


Biography.

Everybody has a secret world inside of them. All of the people of the world, I mean everybody. No matter how dull and boring they are on the outside, inside them they’ve all got unimaginable, magnificent, wonderful, stupid, amazing worlds. Not just one world. Hundreds of them. Thousands maybe.