About: I have been breathing three and twenty years, and still, I am a fledgling. I count, here, on my fingertips the things that I think beautiful, or touching, or important, or frivolous, or any manner that matters in the slightest. I draw, dream, write, cry, laugh and fumble, and fall, and try to get up. I am a collection of memories that some people call a soul.
squeeeeeeeeeeeeee. these are bento boxes! so much want.