savage minds, savage hearts.

I feel for you a bit each time his birthday or fathers day comes around because even though I don’t know you that well, I did, and I know what it did to you and I know it won’t ever make any sense and I know I’m the lucky one and it breaks my heart. 

pigmenting:

Ruslan Khasanov

(via aphroditea)

i guess i don’t really care about blogging anymore.

i’m still recovering from surgery and need to start packing but i can’t move from my bed.

i leave for africa in less than 5 days.