May 2013
“What do we know about our parents, and what do they know about us? And if we...”
– The Art of Hearing Heartbeats by Jan-Philipp Sendker
April 2013
“When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different. You just know...”
– Billy, age 4 (via sadexistences)
jellyfishes:
beluga whales are so fuckin cute they’re always happy and smiling like
helooooo!!
HIIIIIIIIII !!!!
hey friend !
looook they are FRIENDS!!!!!
they are growing old together still smiling i am gonna crY
we don't always change with the seasons
irrelevanceisbliss:
Life springs in with dew drops glistening on ankle high grassy spots with nothing to pester you but the itch that the razor edged leaves leave on your softened little heart, thawing out from winter winds that sliced you just the same.
san francisco's daughter: my body is not a home →
sanfranciscosdaughter:
and yet you walked in and through my dusty corridors and locked-up rooms with easy familiarity: You were an unwanted guest, settled deep in my worn leather armchair heart and when finally you left, I found that as new lovers do, you had left pieces of yourself scattered: the taste of…
When you tell someone where you're from and they... →
whenyoureathirdculturekid:
At first I’m like:
Then I’m like:
When I try to figure out what my friends are... →
whenyoureathirdculturekid:
