in search of lost time.

Geng Hao / Male / 21 / Singapore

[taitetsu]

[ink-pedia]

loiseautattoo

[aznswek]

[mirayama]

Who are you?  Wherever you are in this world, no matter what, I will find you.

[mi-ki-ki-m]

[fuckyeahjapanandkorea]

[atabfi]

 it’s glowing 

[loumargi]

Felice Casorati - The Prayer

[newyorker-camping-out-deactivat]

[newyorkcityfeelings]

Manhattan Jungle by New Yorker Camping Out

[wordsnquotes]

When you love someone, you do not love them all the time, in exactly the same way, from moment to moment. It is an impossibility. It is even a lie to pretend to. And yet this is exactly what most of us demand. We have so little faith in the ebb and flow of life, of love, of relationships. We leap at the flow of the tide and resist in terror its ebb. We are afraid it will never return. We insist on permanency, on duration, on continuity; when the only continuity possible, in life as in love, is in growth, in fluidity - in freedom…

Anne Morrow Lindbergh, Gift from the Sea (via wordsnquotes)

[burkholderia-deactivated2018062]

This just broke my heart - my mom has never been anything but accepting of me, and now she’s frightened for my safety. This further hurts because of what it means for LGBT youths - accepting parents will be scared for their children and unaccepting ones will be able to hide behind the homophobia of others to stop their children from expressing themselves fully. Safe spaces for the LGBT community have been possibly irrevocably damaged.

[observando]

My heart born naked was swaddled in lullabies. Later alone it wore poems for clothes. Like a shirt I carried on my back the poetry I had read. So I lived for half a century until wordlessly we met. From my shirt on the back of the chair I learn tonight how many years of learning by heart I waited for you.

John Berger (via observando)

[pigmenting]

They couldn’t find the missing plane & you couldn’t find your way out of the dark. Maybe we lose things because we fear what happens when we find them. The greatest thing I did today was open my eyes and keep them open.  I wrote to you in dandelion stems. Giving you a living thing to make you feel more alive. How we live 
 like we’d rather be dancing. How we dance like we’d rather be touching. You couldn’t feel it. I wanted to feel it; I felt it. The plane was found in pieces 
at the bottom of the ocean. 
I crawled into the dark with you
 and realized you had become it.

Kelsey Danielle, “The Quiet”  (via pigmenting)

[sadseattleite]

Seattle, WA // 01.13.2015

[timotaychalamet]

Her (2013) dir. Spike Jonze

[enokky]

信号機。

[doctorjennifermelfi]

darcy you walnut

[patrochilles]

Apollo 11 Magazine 40/S