DEATH IS A PLACE. but i forget where it is . . .

insp × by @infimityonhigh


There should be no boundaries to human endeavor. We are all different. However bad life may seem, there is always something you can do, and succeed at. While there’s life, there is hope.


if I were trying to describe this feeling, the sensation of experiencing the warmth of the sun, the smell of jasmine and marigold, while at the same time being soaked by a downpour at an outdoor café, the taste of strong coffee still in my mouth… i would say that the word “miracle” sounds particularly appropriate. wouldn’t you?