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a mixture of fluff and angst in 3AM.

nad follows:

These are the memories,from when life wasn't this hard and i was a happy kid. These are the memories that can't be retained anymore, but only can be remembered; as something dear.

♡ I remember being excited to go to the local market in the morning with my father. And when we arrived, I would ask my father to bring me to where they sold the chicks. I remember I used to watch over them in joy because the chicks were so cute!! After I was satisfied, my father and I would leave. We did this, everytime we went to the local market.

♡ I miss riding bike with my father. I miss how I used to go to school every morning with bike. Also, how my dad would bring me around the neighbourhood to enjoy air and sceneries. I miss how I get to hug my dad everytime we rode a bike. I miss.

♡ I miss to receive hand letters from m...

aug 10 2018 ∞
aug 17 2018 +

the spring where the flowers bloom and aroma of english dawn gardenia floating around and diffuse in the air, the spring where camera shutters can be heard every corner in the garden,to capture the aesthetic memories. The spring where oxygen feels fresher than before, nothing as compared to summer. The spring where it calms frantic hearts. The spring where we both hide under the oak tree from the harmful uv rays, and the leaf fell gracefully on your shoulder.

The spring where I realized; You bloom harder than the flowers.

aug 10 2018 ∞
aug 17 2018 +