it’s that time of the stay that i flood my senses with sounds of the hk hustle. this mild drea
it’s that time of the stay that i flood my senses with sounds of the hk hustle. this mild dread from having to return to toronto creeps up on me EVERY time I come home for the holidays. it’s better this year: i’m not afraid of the academic pressure, i’m not afraid of not having friends; i’m only terrified of the unforgiving cold that’ll slap me in the face. i prefer this over my mental turmoil a year ago. but frost till MAY?! ajsnskdnsldnejfbfjcj (at Landmark 置地廣塲) -- source link