i wish i could just turn into bubbles

there is so much on my mind.

i think this is the universe’s way of saying that i need to cut the cord. it really does not serve me anymore.

anyway i’ve been tired for the past couple of days. i should just relax tomorrow, no pushing for anything.

nuitfleurie:

“Her eyes still speak of spring: glittering lights in the air / shine on a pond of slender waterlilies. (…) Corners of her lips are calm / as a bay in moonlight / her seashell ears listen to / the wind and its conversation with the sea / Her shoulders lean on a dream naturally”

— Yang Mu, from No Trace of the Gardener; “Playing in Puddles After Rain”

k.