#265.

When the lights are cutting out, and I come down in your room. Our daily compromise, is written in your signed armistice.

Was on the verge of overthinking today. It's a habit I can barely seem to shake, let alone break. See, this whole time I thought you were being sweet and nice and awesome. But what if I was just reading into it too much. You know? Maybe I'm just being paranoid or something. Maybe I've lost it. Hopefully I'm just completely off my rocker.


Ahhhh screw it. Maybe I'm just pushing everything a little too hard. Invasion of personal time and space omfg fuck blogging I can't even phrase proper sentences right now.

Hello, this is Tien. This blog is the remains of the unconventional cliches and angsty phrases of my teenage years. (Plus a new one every now and then)
I ♥ Phoenix, (500) days of summer, double entendres, unmade beds, autumn, Chopin, syncopated melodies, G7 chords and things that make me feel.

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