a little bit of lao at heart.
Painting and drawing, music, food, stars, sunset, sound of waves, empty streets, smiles, quiet night, sound of rain makes me happy.
You get a strange feeling when you’re about to leave a place. Like you’ll not only miss the people you love but you’ll miss the person you are now at this time and this place, because you’ll never be this way ever again. Azar Nafisi, Reading Lolita in Tehran (via psych-facts)