Sound: the crackling of a record.

Bloated baby.

Revs, August 2014

Revs, August 2014

(Source: opaqueglitter)

And silence, like darkness, can be kind; it, too, is a language.

Hanif Kureishi, from Intimacy (Scribner, 1999)

You have the kiss of death. By the time your lips depart mine, I have met my rebirth.

No map may lead me to you but I can always find you in my heart.

Rough day. Hazy eyes, cold hands, warm hearts

The Mariner’s Revenge Song, The Decemberists

Jasmine Deporta

Also I want to consume all the poppyseed muffins/pancakes/breads/cake right now. Might have to take a break from condo inspiration and start baking.

I spend most of my time lately looking up decor ideas for my new place on pinterest and ignoring everything/everyone else. 

I feel extremely firm in my wants and desires and yet very confused.