smell, dance, travel, see, play, write, capture, post...
gypsy sky
idle, ideal body parts, abandoned and broken, lying in the scorching saigon sun
Read—Please reblog the donation post!
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