A quiet bookshop owner finds company in a noisy bookworm.

happy saida day.

as time passes by, the list goes on, and on... 

destiny may look at them as if they were characters in a game, but Sana and Dahyun would not let the world play them. It is their story to write, but it's kind of funny, for no one knows how the story would end.   4th floor, room 104. Kim Dahyun, Lung Cancer.    "De Javu..." Chaeyoung says in a low tone as her girlfriend looked at her, con

Happy Saida Day 

In a world where... 

I'm a writer, or an author I should say, I love creating stories with beautiful endings. Until I got into this hospital bed. Everything changed when they started injecting fluids in my body, I became pale, I looked skinny, and my endings, they became unhappy. Everyday I see and hear people crying because maybe their loved ones passed away, or maybe they are hardly breathing. And I don't know if I should be happy because no one will be hurt when I'm gone, or sad because I am al

  Michaeng fluff cuz it's my birthdaaaaaay

Before reading this please please please listen to Moira Dela Torre's "Take her to the moon"  YOU JUST NEED TO. 

Sad Saida hours    

I wish I could turn back time

As she walked down the streets led by sparkling lights hanging off a thread, her eyes met an art. A girl playing an old, almost broken piano, smiling at every key her fingers hit, a familiar melody echoing all over her head.  'I think I know this..'  

Michaeng again :p

Drinking everynight is Sana's hobby. Fetching Sana everynight is also Momo's hobby.

Hi mr. Sun! I still don't know how to cook.  

"Stars shine but they're dead Chaeyoung." "Oh okay, I don't care. You're breathing tho."   -----   MICHAENG IS ALIVE DUDES FITE ME