ｐａｔｒｉｃｋＰＡＮＴＳ

I miss my pockets.

dear diary,

I love march. it is warm, happy, and alive.
much better than the death that is winter (preceded by the dying that is autumn.)

sometimes, I wonder: where should I go? and where is my phone?
I don’t know… it is concerning.
but it will be ok~*
I’ve got v8

happy march 3rd, everybody.

march!

hello! hope everyone’s valentines
(read: valentimes; vamlumtimes)
were serious times!

if not, it is alright.
just be careful.

what withers to love
her heart beats?
murmurs in sense
attend the loom.