letters make words that complete ideas, which are fake, so did i actually do anything in the last twenty hours when i was working on my essay?
whatever.
i am resilient.
i win, because i finished.
and there's something to be said for the fact that i might love hayao miyazaki even more now that i've written a sixteen page metacriticism essay on him. he truly brings magic with him everywhere he goes. even if it's the westmont library at three a.m.
i'm going to finish watching howl's moving castle for the third time this weekend :)
(the cherry blossom girl)
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