It Feels Like There Is Nothing Else, But This Overwhelming Blue Void Pretending To Be Something Innocent.

When batista is making you coffee, you don't have much choice but to look at how textures of wood and stone collide, leaving only everlasting whiteness.

I miss winter.

Comming home, I'm looking at the red lights through glass of empty wooden box that used to be something else.

Smell of leaves fills the air.

Hot take: I like spinach.

City garden decor. With plush toys, as it is often the case :D

Oh no

I shouldn't have taken this photo

Birb on parking lot

Waiting at postal office and this is an amphitheater.

It's safe now. I'm better.

I'm almost happy.

Winter.

I don't quite remember what happened.

Memory of leaves trying to escape from the Iron grips.

It feels as if centuries passed.