nana
@ooccoocoocoo
https://ko-fi.com/ooccoocoocoo
there always has to be some guy stopping me every time i go outside. asking if i'm chinese, where i'm from or if i want coffee. headphones are useless, i'm wearing a paper bag over my head next time
my childhood crush was randall boggs from monsters, inc. ( ˙ᵕ˙ ;) anyone else? yes.. no? anyone...
it takes me ten laps around my room and countless minutes of rocking back and forth just to get close to messaging someone first. every possible response plays out in my head but i never end up sending anything. my brain has turned into soup
i'm bored and unable to sleep, so i'm hanging wooden keys from my bedroom ceiling with long strands of colour-changing yarn
i find it harder to start conversations here than in person. i’m really bad at texting, no idea why. i’m not shy about complimenting or talking to strangers face to face, but for some reason i am here. i don’t want it to seem like i’m ignoring anyone. i guess i’m just nervous
voy a visitar españa pronto. me da un poco de nervios ver a cierta gente, pero también me hace ilusión volver al sitio donde crecí. desde que me fui, se me ha pasado todo el odio que le tenía a mi pueblo. al final era más la sensación de estar atrapado allí que el lugar en sí