And Same Fella Just A Bit Later

Glass tubes

One of the rules is that you shouldn't touch things that shouldn't be in here. What a shame.

I haven't read a book in a while, and this one looks like poetry.

Phrog <3

“Love is paying a visit to your grandma and coming home with enough delicious treats to last for the rest of your tadpolehood.” — Liber Vermis

Houses from afar look almost like toys, with this bright light from windows among darkness of street. I can only look in aw at this light dropping on leaves under my feet.

It is warm.

Dried flowers are constant. They don't change, don't grow, don't rot.

Only turn to dust when their time comes.

We're in new reality anyway

Calm one

Cold one

Summer begins.

When batista is making you coffee, you don't have much choice but to look at how textures of wood and stone collide, leaving only everlasting whiteness.

I miss winter.

But I think it doesn't really matter now