Kiss her like it’s the first time—
with the rush, the wonder, the trembling hands,
like you’re discovering the taste of her name on your lips.
Kiss her like it’s the last time—
with urgency, with reverence, with a quiet kind of desperation,
like you’re trying to memorize the shape of forever before it slips away.
Every time.
Every. Fucking. Time.
Every. Fucking. Time.
Love Like It’s Fleeting





















































































This was a web meticulously crafted by teenage boys who created their own pixel paradises or punchy green day-themed vector layout complete with lots of visual overlays and eyeliner. These personal sites acted as portfolios of art with [made by Bitmap Dreams, linked below] easy to use graphics ("sozai" in Japanese) and pixel art adoptables to be added to your toybox, a 
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