self - undoing self - undoing
self - undoing

Someone asked me what home was, and all I could think of were the stars on the tip of your tongue, the flowers sprouting from your mouth, the roots entwined in the gaps between your fingers, the ocean echoing inside of your rib cage.

店先 by uruyuta on Flickr.
tsuyu-rin:

Han River Park by Seiman C on Flickr.
sinkling:

antique maps by emilyharriet on Flickr.
slanting:


Alexander von Humbolt by HannaJoy on Flickr.
arquerio:

Weeping Willow by Nick Clinch on Flickr.
Usually we walk around constantly believing ourselves. “I’m okay” we say. “I’m alright”. But sometimes the truth arrives on you and you can’t get it off. That’s when you realize that sometimes it isn’t even an answer—it’s a question. Even now, I wonder how much of my life is convinced.
arquerio:

Cementière des Rois. by abran fuego on Flickr.
myowlnostalgia:

The English Roses | via Tumblr on We Heart It
planet-one:

untitled by *dapple dapple on Flickr.
sixthstop:

房間內的一些有的沒的 by Yi Kai Huang on Flickr.
seka-seka:

untitled by majaln on Flickr.