I Don't Want To Feed What's Inside.

Maybe I should've done something else.

Houses from afar look almost like toys, with this bright light from windows among darkness of street. I can only look in aw at this light dropping on leaves under my feet.

It is warm.

Red berries, red red red red red

Bitter, long rotten but still hauntingly beautiful.

Oh no

I shouldn't have taken this photo

Phrog <3

“Love is paying a visit to your grandma and coming home with enough delicious treats to last for the rest of your tadpolehood.” — Liber Vermis

They say there is sky somewhere.

I hope I'll be able to see it with my own eyes once.

It's March.

It's... So calm

Like in the eye of the storm.

This reality will hit you in the face, whether you want it or not.

I don't think it is possible to ignore it.

Summer begins.