Float in Space
Inattentional Blindness
An introvert who is desperately in love with music, photography, culture, stories, outer space and anything that could be considered as art. Been cursed and blessed by the thing I believe it's called Rhotacism. Thought I was lost when I found myself studying in the faculty of literature and culture. Glad enough to grow up in South Jakarta, Indonesia.
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Sketch of TySean at the park
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Faltering monuments, Columbus (hardwood, varathane)
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Hakone
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High Line at the Rail Yards. The final section of railroad tracks.
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The High Line is a public park that sits along a historic freight railroad...
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(Nothing But) Flowers, Thales Pessoa
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This chemical is a fluorophore, containing many aromatic groups and having the ability to absorb...
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Deep. Shit.
Choir kids go indie.
Feist - Let it Die (Cover) by Daniela Andrade
Let it die and get out of my mind
We don’t see eye to eye
Or hear ear to ear
Don’t you wish that we could forget that kiss
And see this for what it is
That we’re not in love
The saddest part of a broken heart
Isn’t the ending so much as the start
It was hard to tell just how I felt
To not recognize myself
I started to fade away
And after all it won’t take long to fall in love
Now I know what I don’t want
I learned that with you
The saddest part of a broken heart
Isn’t the ending so much as the start
The tragedy starts from the very first spark
Losing your mind for the sake of your heart
The saddest part of a broken heart
Isn’t the ending so much as the start
I. Am. In. Love.
Where the music never ends.
Alice Through the Looking Glass. #humpty #dumpty #wonderland #poetry #poem #rhyme #literature #book #song #aliceinwonderland #lewiscarrol #seasons #winter #spring #summer #autumn (Taken with Instagram)
You’re the echoes of my everything, you’re the emptiness the whole world sings at night.
You’re the laziness of afternoon, you’re the reason why I burst and why I bloom.
You’re the leaky sink of sentiment, you’re the failed attempts I never could forget.
You’re the metaphors I can’t create to comprehend this curse that I call love.
How will I break the news to you?
