Racing up the hill was my favourite part of the day.

Along with your quickened steps that turned into a slow jog to where the mushrooms were supposed to be, and your saddened look; to know that they disappeared...
But we eventually found a place for Little Red Ridinghood's mini photo shoot.

“Todavía creo, que nuestro mejor diálogo ha sido el de las miradas.”

I really think so. The glances and the instant giggles. Dialogue that's just between us.

"why are you laughing!"

Because you make me laugh.

http://thoughtcatalog.com/rania-naim/2016/05/i-wonder-if-ill-ever-stop-loving-the-wrong-people/

Yeah well...

I wish friends held hands more often, like the children I see on the streets sometimes. I’m not sure why we have to grow up and get embarrassed about it.
- Stephanie Perkins, Anna and the French Kiss

"Will you hold my hand?" Why is this not a social norm:(
The intimacy of hand-holding is just as great as a hug.

one word

Today I watched the moon devour the sun.
It was magical.
My body was significantly overwhelmed, that i still felt so hyped up hours after.
Maybe it was the coffee.
Maybe it was the lack of sleep.
But quite possibly all 3.

Today is brought to you by the song; Eunoia - And So I Watch You From Afar.
Ear worm (however) brought to me by Haokai - Loving ( Read more... )

It creeps up on you.
The pressure.
Overturn.
fight vs flight.
Toxins.
Burdens and fears.
Death.

This morning was an adventure itself. I wouldnt say a great one, but an adventure nonetheless ( Read more... )

The house is emptier than before. The quietness is deafening- very much depressing. The brother is trapped in tekong, the family of 3.5 is on their way to Tokyo. And the bestfriend is back in UK..
At least there's work tomorrow to get things off my mind. I miss everyone already.

Everything is breaking, everything is falling apart.
Anxiety; like the ebb and flow of waves.
Here i am, feigning a calm i do not feel. It struck me how fragile relationships are. It is riotous inside of me and i dont know what to make of it.