smell, dance, travel, see, play, write, capture, post...
gypsy sky
idle, ideal body parts, abandoned and broken, lying in the scorching saigon sun
hindu temple, georgetown
penang hill, dusk
“My heart wants roots. My mind wants wings. I cannot bear their bickerings.”
E. Y. Harburg   (via middecember)

First morning back at mom’s

That was the beginning