they decided that the next networking night would be at Harry’s. At CHIJMES.
And as I’m trying to get this event thing to work, all I can think of is how they passed by, they were there. And then proceed to go delirious. This is killing me.
Their presence were there.
The Day You Told Me You Were Tired of Things that Break
Ask me what material I’d use to make
a human being and I’d answer:
glass. Ask me what shape
I’d mould it into and I’d replya cup – the ones that have felt the light
press of lips on their collarbones, or
the gentle caress of fingers easing
the soapbuds off their backs after
every meal. The ones that brim
with liquid light in a room gone
quiet after the candles are lit.
Ask me if I’m scared of the
thought of them breaking,
and I’d ask you to imagine
how easy it would be to
neglect the one thing
you thought was
shatterproof.By Mary Jean Chan
“Habitat” by Katarzyna Józefowicz (Source: archatlas)
the finer things in life lol
i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart).
(Source: loveyourfeathers, via thunderpopcola)