What’s my reputation? What do you think when you see my URL?

mfjr:

Flowers dipped in liquid nitrogen and then smashed.

Oh my God, what if you wake up some day, and you’re 65, or 75, and you never got your memoir or novel written; or you didn’t go swimming in warm pools and oceans all those years because your thighs were jiggly and you had a nice big comfortable tummy; or you were just so strung out on perfectionism and people-pleasing that you forgot to have a big juicy creative life, of imagination and radical silliness and staring off into space like when you were a kid? It’s going to break your heart. Don’t let this happen.
Anne Lamott (via parlouz)

きっといつも君は知らなくて、
手を繋いでもう遠くにいて、
悲しみのつたが巻き上がる空こぼれる。

Surely I’ll never understand you,
And you’re too far to hold your hand,
So the sky is rolled within vines of sadness. 

yaku-za:

去往九份的路上,雨下得滂沱。遠處的基隆港消失在濃濃的霧氣裏。綠色的階梯旁滿是粉色的小花,無人遊玩的秋千上落著枯葉,野貓只留下一個白色的背影。3月24日,九份,雨。 (by lilian-wong)