Hey, you.
I write a lot; sometimes, I use a whole lot of commas.
I seem like a very happy person, but I harbor a lot inside.
I play piano.
People make me happy, and so for every flaw, I find something that I love about them. The result is that I hate very few people, and the very few that I do - I can't explain why.
And yes, prints are now available! http://society6.com/sirinthada
Boys.
(Source: lucky-lust)
(Source: blowjob-from-hell)
We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present. We are made up of layers, cells, constellations.
(Source: yeahthathappened)