On Soft Spring Nights I'll Stand In The Yard Under The Stars — Something Good Will Come Out Of All

In December, our conversations become longer; everybody acts surprised by how quickly the year came to an end when we all know how. We talk about being better next year, we write resolutions but never fulfil the ones we wrote the previous year. The season turns extreme, leaves don't fall anymore, they die on their branches. Some people await the holidays while some fear how different or similar their life will be next year (they always fear the latter) In December we realize that life is fickle and death might come uninvited.

“She wished she had something like baseball that she could talk about with her daughter — a safe subject they could visit without subtext or aggression.”

— Min Jin Lee, Pachinko

6th of July 2024

still figuring out how to convert mini dv cassettes to digital lol

‘honeymoon’ ph. inés chable for delude magazine, 2023

There's nothing more intimate than reading someone's personal book collection .

“Im not dignifying that with a response” gets me every time. Im not acknowledging tht stupid ass shit

crying because your heart is so full of love and there aren’t any words in the world capable of translating the feeling that’s flooding your whole being is the. Best type of crying actually

“In other words, the future is uncertain.”

Toshikazu Kawaguchi, Before the Coffee Gets Cold #1