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Just Little Things

The night is long that never finds the day.


Happy Orange Days

Happy Orange Days

Happy Orange Days


Happy Orange Days



The smell of warm and humid winds flowing from a window makes me think of a hot summer and reminds me of the summer stuffed full of fond memories.

My future seemed to be brimming with hope, and I used to think I can do whatever I want in the future.
The life is shorter, the world is smaller, the way of my life is less intriguing, and I have less potential for the future than I expected. For me, those are never-changeing facts that I have realized.