May 2012
32 posts
“The answer is dreams. Dreaming on and on. Entering the world of dreams and never...”
– Haruki Murakami (via funeraire)
a mermaid sits on a glittery green vinyl sofa and dissapears from the hips down
: Fiction →
magicmolly:
In summer not even your insides are discernible from your outsides. Blow a stream of air at your wrist and it’s no warmer or cooler than the atmosphere, just different.
At home in the summer I work in denim shorts, my feet resting on a rubber pig that Nick insists we keep beneath the kitchen…
