The magical breeze that makes every wishes fly, the sun rays that shone extremely the dark woods of curiosity, the smooth touch of your fragile skin that brush out the loneliness, the unique smell of your breath that drove out my consciousness, and your presence that reminds me that I lived in this metaphoric world with someone I called happiness.
Growing up you have this view of mermaids
and then you watch Goblet of Fire
That feeling of satisfaction when your comment gets more ‘likes’ than the status
When five year olds have a phone
Who are you gonna call?
Barney?!
When you find a recent photo of you:
When your parents stay beside you while surfing
