Ikimasu!
kDela | Aspiring Industrial Designer

YorkU. OCAD U., Toronto, ldshbgjhsgd

A quarter of the stuff I post are my own content, ranging from personal street photography to a slice of my daily life. The rest are shenanigans and you can laugh along or feel my feel with me.


Click any of the links below, and ask me questions! It gets boring easily being on here when youre not tumblay famous.


Cheers!


Chapters.

—05/06—
Up and coming
—06—
Priorities
—07.1—
Kanpai! / And The World Became Smaller / More than Words / You Were My Everything
—07.2—
Hesitant / Summer Lovin’ / Under the Willow Tree 
—07.3—
Love and Basketball
—07.4— 
Never Taken Pictures Like This Before / Snow Globe /The Eye
—08—
Unexpected Message / Conversions / Ass Ass Ass Ass Ass / Not Enough Effort / You Left Me Hanging / Calling Cards from Cuba / Happy Fucking Birthday, Ass! / G2
—09/10—
Pen Flick / Crying Out for Consistency / God Can Help Me / It Must be “Faith” / Losing What High School Built Up To / Traces of a Second Occurrence / Before the Final Stretch
—10/11—
Complex 1 - Lynn / “Mary” Little Complex / Complex 2 - Angie / Complex 3 - Vi 

Feb 13th
Setting the bar.

It’s like, when I’m single, I have a heavy heart because I want to be with someone. But when I’m with someone, my heart is content. Not overbearing or lacking feeling. Then when I’m single, I feel like there’s a huge balloon of emotion being inflated, and I ask myself, ‘who am I going to give all my love to? I want to make the person I spend the next chapters of my life with feel like she’s worth it’. But then when I’m dating someone, I end up asking myself, is it worth giving out all my love to this person? I can make her feel amazing, but will it be reciprocated? Is she someone I should give myself to, half-expecting that this could end?

I never know what I want, yet I wear my heart on my sleeve, and know that my intuition’s accurate when it comes to other peoples’ emotions. I can’t fight for myself, but only watch things happen. I can tell when something’s wrong, but I can never do anything about it except watch it unfold in front of me. That’s why I have trust issues - I see things coming and I don’t know how to stop them.

Feb 7th
Ethan’s pity.

She was 7 months pregnant. He was on and off jobs. Both were still in high school, still lacking the requirements to graduate and earn their diploma in the expected four years of the Canadian education system. Ethan wished he could help out two of the few people he cared very much about, but being older by a year can’t give him any more or less strength to help. Ethan himself was just starting out university, so funds, being jobless, and having no girlfriend made him only realize how tough life is for him alone. He was scared for their child, and even more scared about how the parents of this unplanned child would support themselves alone. They were kids with a kid.

Jan 30th

“He decided that it was time for him to let go. To him, this was nothing more than a pain equivalent to blood donations. He would lose some of his vitality, finish with a lingering, numb aftershock, but come back a couple hours feeling healthier than ever. The best part was that he did not feel a need to shed a single tear. To Ethan, this was more of a stress reliever than a stress inducer.”

Jan 29th
decided to type out half of my novel on this.

Ikimasu.

Jan 23rd