I was covered in false images, just like God. You youkai give me the creeps pretending to know how I really feel. Even if I grasped something and used it to destroy the illusion and cool my feelings, it would be sheer stupidity. I won’t pay attention to small fry. For one such as I, affecting composure, to speak is because I become angry easily, watching hawk-like for my chance. I summoned the spring storm and then cried. My heart was wounded. “That’s a sign of vanity, you know?” Whatever you say. I already get it, though. My breaths will surely grow smoky too and appear on the things blocking my view. They say that praying to be loved is a sin. It has such a sweet scent. Once we drink up the rippling cider, let’s say goodbye. My thoughts have dried up. Where’s God in that? My rage and other such things vanished long ago but though I perform my act, I’m ignorant. Still, this story is still going because I wish for it to reach you, listening constantly. I pledged a ceasefire. My personality peeled off and fell because I have the courage to accept disappointment. I summoned the spring storm and then cried. My heart was wounded. “That’s a sign of vanity, you know?” Whatever you say. I already get it, though. My breaths will surely grow smoky too and appear on the things blocking my view. They say that praying to be loved is a sin. It has such a sweet scent. Once we drink up the rippling cider, let’s say goodbye. I summoned the spring storm and then cried. My heart was wounded. “That’s a sign of vanity, you know?” Whatever you say. I already get it, though. My breaths will surely grow smoky too and appear on the things blocking my view. They say that praying to be loved is a sin. It has such a sweet scent. Once we drink up the rippling cider, let’s say goodbye. I summoned you on purpose. I died—my heart rotted to nothing. “That’s a sign of vanity, you know?” Whatever you say. I already get it, though. I called you an idiot. Like smoke, you made me uncomfortable. I looked at you and woke up. They say that praying to be loved is a sin. It has such a sweet scent. Once we drink up the rippling cider, let’s say goodbye. We’ll say goodbye and if we fall in love again, let’s smile together.

Welcome to the ANESITE!

like a lot of people, i love music players and carrds free one is so not cute! so i have decided to attempt a website. that being said my coding knowledge does not reach html so if anything is wonky ummmm...oopsie daisies. enjoy some silly things! - paragraph frm previous layout

so as i said a million times on my tumblr, i really think older websites are cute. and wanted. so i got it ^_^! its a heavy work in progress but seeing as i wanna get into website design, this is like, a must! a stepping stone even.

this site serves as my personal site now, but worry not! the previous version of the site for porekawa is here too so you can head straight to it if thats what you want. but other than that, feel free to look around at the inner machinations of my mind!

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