I’ve been on a quest to bring back the love for a good magic show. Ever since I saw a magician at a magazine launch party a while back, I’ve been thinking about how important the art of magic is. And I need to witness a good magic show again.
listening to music on a bus or on the train while alone and looking out the windows with some music in your ears is the closest thing to the poetic experience ever
I found this little ladybug on some stairs and I picked her up because I didn’t want her to die from being stepped on. she was so cute and flew away on her own from my finger. this is what love feels like methinks
