My Nana and Grandpa posing with my Dad and Aunty in 1944. My Nana was one of the most lovely people you could hope to meet. I’d love to see this colorized. Check this blog!
seen from Greece
seen from Germany
seen from Netherlands
seen from China

seen from Russia
seen from United States
seen from Russia
seen from China
seen from China
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Netherlands

seen from Malaysia

seen from China

seen from Russia
seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from Belarus
seen from Poland

seen from United States
My Nana and Grandpa posing with my Dad and Aunty in 1944. My Nana was one of the most lovely people you could hope to meet. I’d love to see this colorized. Check this blog!
I haven't sniffed it yet #smellnoevil #thrifting #sesamestreet #oscarthegrouch #vintage #kidsbooks
“see no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil, smell no evil? - Three wise 🐒 🐒 🐒 and a chubby dude. #threewisemonkeys #seenoevil #hearnoevil #speaknoevil🙊 #smellnoevil #sanfrancisco #chinatown (at San Francisco Chinatown)
This happens every vacation #SpeakNoEvil #SmellNoEvil #HearNoEvil #SeeNoEvil (at Puerto Vallarta, Mexico)
alright. i'm 31. i'm also exhausted and have plans tomorrow. time for me to sleep.
(both of the peoples i have plans with should text me. you know who you are~)
[text]: hey, thanks for taking care of the rats while we were on that road trip. i think they miss you now. they must've really liked your place. :P
[text]: we should hang out some time. lunch, a walk, a small animal play-date. whatever.
hey.
you're taking good care of my little rat babies right?
just checking in. tell them i miss them~
»Hange?
»Zoe??
»You remember sweeping fields, not snow-covered like you’re used to. You remember a loud voice, an indomitable spirit, and the glint of the sun off of goggle lenses. You remember steaming blood—
I’ve been around. I might have met you somewhere in the world.
Mike Zacharius. Alert me if that rings a bell.
»Far more forward than usual. You don’t know what’s gotten into you this week — you don’t like it. You’d rather the silence of your apartment but more and more you’ve begun to hear the sounds of battle when you sleep.
»Tell him. Tell him it rings a bell. Vaguely familiar. The second strongest of all of them. Of course she remembered.
Mmm. Not ringing any bells yet, I'll keep you posted.
You make it sound like you've traveled a lot...
I'm interested, tell me more~
If you don't mind, that is