1/3: Even When Youve Lost Yourself

1/3: even when you’ve lost yourself

The story of a boy who chased the sunset until it chased him. Never quite sure about his placement or where he’s been in this pink world or why nothing ever made sense. He knew that he had loved and had been loved, but had no chronological order to place it: All he knew was that he woke up everyday, bleeding with amnesia and the case of new memories that he had tendencies to mistake for fiction.” -Jaden Smith, SYRE

“You may forget, but let me tell you this: someone in some future time will think of us.” -Sapphos, The Art of Loving Women

- The Golden Lily, Richelle Mead

lwj: *just breathes and exists*

wwx: *smiles, heart eyes*

I saw this and couldn’t help it. Bichen is like boomerang. But a torch is neither. T.T Poor LWJ. 

thanks @bi-the-wei for captioning help.