I dry my hair with the towel that is so soft, so thick and so comforting. I wince as the towel touches my shoulders, my arms and my hands. The part of my skin that remembers how the towel feels and how you left those impressions on it. “It’s okay,” he whispered into my ears. “Daddy loves you,” he said. I rest on the towel, I feel the towel dampened with the water...
My days just go by like birds flying through a busy town, not stopping anywhere to rest. I wish I could have something to look forward to when I come home, someone to share my day with and someone I could snuggle with before falling asleep. I do enjoy my day. The little moment when my friends or colleagues make me laugh. The work that I do gets appreciated in one way or another makes me happy...
You know you're an architecture student when...
archistudent: …the edges of your table are covered in sticky tape.
Little boy lost at Comic Con.
myadamantiumheart: theskyisreallyfalling: At Comic Con a little boy had lost his dad in the crowd, and was scared until he saw the Flash and Wonder Woman. He went up to the Flash to asked for help, because he knows him. Adorable. Moments when you know you’re cosplaying it right.
more than meets the eye.: I was in modern practice... →
hieudinh: I was in modern practice when everything broke loose. One of my friends read the school e-mail and texted me telling me to read it myself. I was not suppose to have my shit out during practice but I did anyways. As I logged onto my e-mail, my heart started pounding like a motherfucker, because I…
All I want right now is to be at the beach with my ukulele.