At 2am, the magnificence of the night was defiled by unholy shit spewing from the house five doors away.

She stuffed the comforter into her ears and began to think really loudly.

But there was this one note.

I am ambivalence.

marianna qi
* Age: 27
* Gender: Female
* Astrological Sign: Libra
* Zodiac Year: Sheep
* Occupation: hedonist

“I worry that I’ll just use you and leave you. But then I’ll realise I actually like you, and then I’ll pine and write poems about Us. And then I’ll propose to you, and then you’ll tell me to fuck off, and then I’ll write more bad poetry. And then you’ll feel sorry for me and remember what a good kisser I was. Then we’ll get married and have a couple of brats (but not too early on, and we’ll space them out).”

There is no kind way to tell someone that their brother is a manbitch.

origami enthusiasts do not die. they fold.

“I love him because there are times where I hate him, because he is able to reduce me to nothing just by his silence. I love him because there is no scratch off of the spectra of elation and feeling utterly bereft, I have not witnessed. I die and I live in each breath that he sends my way. He makes me feel; an entire lifetime of pain, joy, hope and dark in a single encounter. He is all things to me. And maybe I’ve made a God of him. And maybe I suffer for this blasphemy. But that is nothing to me. I will hurt for him. I will live for him.”