this is weird. or maybe, it really isn’t. maybe, this is what’s supposed to happen. i don’t know. i’m kind of still pms-ing right now and watching the fuck ton of nicholas sparks romance movies on abcfamily today probably doesn’t help. i just finished reading the five people you meet in heaven by mitch albom, and you know, i think if the book were real, and it were ever the case i had to go through that, you’d be one of my people. definitely. the first person who i allowed myself to sincerely care about. i’m sorry. and i miss you sometimes, especially at times like this when it’s 3 in the morning and i’m confused and just typing out this jumble of words and periods and commas that don’t really belong in there. but i know, of course, that this wouldn’t (and shouldn’t) change anything. 

ice cream menu at a farmer’s market.

yogurt soju from toebang in koreatown, la, ca.

waffle from antique cafe in koreatown, los angeles, ca.

please excuse the impending deluge of food pictures, as i feel like i have been neglecting this tumblr and have just been posting on my LA blog.

I just want to kiss you a million times. I want to kiss you when you’re laughing. I want to kiss you when you’re sleeping. I want to kiss you in the dark, and when we’re looking up at the stars. I want to kiss you when you’re speaking, and when you have nothing left to say. I want to kiss you when we’re holding hands. I want to kiss you when we’re walking down the street. I want to kiss you when you’re telling me your secrets, and when we’re watching a bad movie. I want to kiss you when I’m not supposed to. I want to kiss you a million times.

(Source: venula)