Tuyết had always dreamed of taking over Moon Palace, the restaurant her grandmother had built from a street stall into a three story operation.

I’ve been on my best behavior all week to get this number. Just another chance, it’s all I ask for. I hunger for you.

My love of reading knows no limits.

“I loved him like my head, my life, myself” is as unbearably intimate, aching, and confounding as their relationship was. In this way, it makes perfect sense.

Fuck Uncle Roger. Fuck the exactly six jokes he repeats in every video. I am tired of even thinking about Uncle Roger, so after all that he needs to go and fuck himself.

a short poem.

It’s not the time. It’s the worst time for this. But we always said we were dumber together.