死

“Still, there is this terrible desire to be loved. Still, there is this horror at being left behind.” — Michael Cunningham

The beauty of the dawn

pov: it's sunday night

Type of shit I would spend hours looking through as a kid before the smartphone destroyed my life

Your 20s will teach you that you’ll be alone on the saddest day of your life but the sun will rise again and you’ll live

walk with me into the shrouded woods

day’s last breath

Dark chocolate & mahogany

I want to be rich. But not Lamborghini or Rolex rich, I want to be rich enough to go to the gym at 3pm and nobody can tell me no. To tap the family in front of me at the supermarket and say, "It's on me," Rich enough that my future wife never has to worry about getting a job. Rich enough to show my children the world, not pictures of it. Rich enough to take my friends to dinner and say, "| got this", Rich enough that God uses me to help the people who are in need. That's my version of rich.

My workstation is better than yours.

the traditional Chinese octagonal oiled paper umbrella—whoever possesses it will be eager to stroll with it through a misty Jiangnan town in light rain.