Alan.

@delightinfall Awkward is fine. Not sure how, but we can still work with it. No reason to worry. Besides, I don’t just leave people at crossroads.

@duskpraise / That sounds like a promising invitation. Are you sure, you’re not going to leave me on the crossroad after realizing how awkward I can be? X___x

and acknowledgement——not about irony nor self-indictment. Then it was gone, and he went back to watching the market, where kids ran between stalls and money changed hands. ( @caleystory )

calling us selfish. Because we didn’t have to reach out to someone else just to eat.” Alan paused. Then he glanced at her, and for half a second his face softened. He might not do compliments. A small, warm smile aimed at her was his version of that. It’s respect,

@indecentpals Been a while for me too. So no worries, we can be awkward together.

Here to expand my social circle despite how awkward I might be, considering it’s been quite so long since the last time I connected with people. But, if you’re open to making an acquaintance with me, drop a reply! I promise to fill your days with giggles and nonsense. 🖤

@TamagoPost ( Alarm. )

͏ 💛 Dalam gambar merupakan secuil informasi tentang hal yang dikerjakan seorang tuan saban hari. Ada yang berkenan untuk menulis ringan sampai tuntas? Lemparkan IC atau sepatah dua patah kata, nanti saya hampiri. ͏

@TamagoPost That sounds heavy. Is it the day-to-day grind getting to you, or something deeper? As for me, some days I’m on that same line. I’m off it right now though, luckily. Still have off days, but the ground feels more solid.

ㅤ️️ 💛 : ISAIAH, 1986. I walk the thin line between life and what remains daily. How about you, my dear friend? ㅤ️️

( @caleystory )

a scream. Stalls, people, motorbikes, all unraveled. Unreadable. Except one thing. Center frame. A boy’s hand, frozen mid-air, reaching for a mango that was already rolling. The hand was sharp. The knuckles white. The 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 had weight. The rest of the world didn’t.