we need a holiday.
hehe. mersilerden bir demet, güzel sanatlara da mersilerden bir demet efenim.
they say home is where the heart is, home is whenever i’m with you, home is where you hang your head. where is home?
my bitches and their minimalist hair.
We were always sad about those we’ve kissed. And there were the ones we could not kissed.
When we saw them, our heart was beating wings. While we were passing by, our nose was catching every particle of their smell, like cocaine. And our eyes were always on record, to find a glimpse. We’ve been biting our tongue not to speak. We’ve been trying hard for not to forget their voice. We’ve been waiting as it were centuries to accidentally feel their skin on our skin. And we could not kissed.
If we had kissed, it’ll be just another thing we were sad about those we’ve kissed.
today at the dining hall, instead of eating stuff, i tried to draw your face. i’m afraid of myself.
Instead of cutting my hair, I ought to have cut my head off. And instead of buying new clothes, I ought to have bought a new skin.
the radio dept. - i wanted you to feel the same
* artwork; nathan coley
