flowers

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I was texting my dad about serious things like internships and research opportunities and all of a sudden he interjects with a text that says, "Mom invent new recipe for coos coos."

And I remember how my Mom always cooks this recipe for quinoa with cherry tomatoes, chickpeas, cilantro, and garlic, and how my brother and I love that dish but how my Dad absolutely hates it and will make always make a face and then a sandwich for himself the nights that Mom makes her quinoa dish which she calls couscous because the children's book from which she got the recipe called it couscous rather than quinoa.

And suddenly, this - wave - of homesickness - washes over my entire body - 
hurt

oppa saranghae!

When I do artwork - like, actually do artwork, not a doodle in class or making a card for someone's birthday - I feel like I'm in some kind of relationship. Like I'm madly in love, and I care about the other party so much, but the other party is being stupid and frustrating, and it makes me so happy and I feel like I'm really living life to the fullest and that I'm doing exactly what I should always be doing, but it also makes me so sad and angry because I'm frustrated at the artwork and how it's not being cooperative, and it's - just - turbulent.
flowers

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my mom might have breast cancer

biopsy tomorrow

please, if you believe in some sort of god or angel or heaven or greater spirit who has power can you please pray to it she needs the help of whatever god there is out there if there indeed is one
flowers

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If you love something, let it go. If it comes back to you, it's yours forever. If it doesn't, then it was never meant to be.

How sad it is that I've been reduced to one holding onto cliche, overused quotes. But when there's nothing else to hold on to...

OMG I AM SO EMO. :EATS PIZZA FEROCIOUSLY: