| loves: literature. philosophy. art. music. science. rain. how sun tries to shine through clouds and it seems an angel fell and you know there's no angel. coffee. sleeplessness and dark circles. hands. the skin tone that looks like coffee with lots of milk. Sartre and how Roquentin can't touch stones sometimes and how much we share with him. languages i don't understand. my cat. birds. my literature teachers & my one dearest friend. brown. beige. black. red. the scent of sea and the breathing sounds and the idea of collecting things and words and scent of soil and life and death and most in between. |








