"Not everyone is like you. That’s why the world’s so great.”
I told myself as I was running out of answers to my own questions. I thought, “Well, he’s not me. He thinks differently.” I honestly wonder what it’s like in someone else’s head. Not that I don’t like mine, I just want to know how others deal with their own ghosts and happiness and such. I wanna know how different or how similar their feelings are with mine.
me lusting after copic markers in Modulor, Moritzplatz. Photo by Sask
Such polite barks
he gets up all excited the last time like YEAH I’M GONNA SPEAK YEAH WATCH THIS
my ears are happy
Whisper of the Heart | 1995