What To Do With All This Love

I know I haven't posted in forever, but that's cause it seems like I have run out of words. I'm still taking a lot of pictures though!! and you can follow my adventures on my instagram. I'll post here again eventually :)

Typical Habits Of A Wandering Ghost

In a way, we became our own ghosts, haunting the memories that we loved, the old places that captured our imaginations when nothing else did.

A Forgotten Journey

Tonight I want to be with you in Guangzhou, hanging off the edge of the balcony of our motel room, smokin’ tokin’ jokin’, blackening our lungs with every inhale and drinking Tieguanyin with Marlboro Reds dangling from our chapped lips. Overhead the moon is full and ripe, like apricots in the summer, while down in the streets, the steady murmur of the crowd is drowned out by the smell of stir fry wafting from the kitchen window, occasionally interrupted by the clink of chopsticks on delicate china. I’m absentmindedly picking at mosquito bites on my legs, only half-listening to the radio, playing a staticky mix of K-pop and Amy Winehouse. 

Earlier that day I bought a lucky rabbit’s foot from the toothless grandma around the corner and I’m wondering if that means things will change from now on. Maybe I’ll stop being so sad all the time and you’ll remember to eat on Saturday afternoons and we’ll forget what it feels like to be lonely. July always did seem like the longest month of the year. Eventually, we fall asleep under the hazy red night sky and when we wake up at noon tomorrow, we’ll do it all over again.

Shine Like The Sun

"I think I have been in love with Icarus since the day I learned of someone who was so kindred to me. 
 He could sense death coming and still rose up in greeting."

— R.I.D.

Slow Honey Lovers

I Want You To Find Me Here

Hauntings

Kingdom By The Sea

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