有时候觉得自己像是被所控制的木偶，身上的线牵扯着自己。
Sometimes, I feel like like a puppet, controlled by the strings that are attached to myself.
有时候觉得自己像是一只关在笼子里的鸟, 怎么飞也飞不高。
Sometimes, I feel like a caged bird, unable to fly away no matter how hard I try.
A little break from what I’m meant to be doing
“ :) “
One of four prints I’ll have at SPACE! The Gallery Show this Friday at Gallery 1988: WEST. Be there or be somewhere significantly less awesome.
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Silence, I discover, is something you can actually hear.
Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore (via a-drasteia)
(Source: handmade-moon, via naihishinsho)
Though it hurts, though it hurts so much
Please erase me, who only believed in your heart
Though it’s late, though I’m late
I’ll give you back and go find myself
(Source: gomawosarang, via zicos-maid)
- Hardest thing to answer: what are you good at
