theidiot

Every spring, graduation season stirs something ancient in me—ghosts of choices, absences, and half-formed goodbyes.

how many roads must a man walk down?

The Story of Lumchai

Capturing the volatility of love one bar at a time.

I'll miss you until we meet again.

We didn't realize we were making memories, we just thought we were watching movies.

“Be kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a hard battle.”

Time is the longest distance between two places.