I dream a dream that dreams back at me

yar im yar


I look into the bottom of my beer bottle and I think of you. 

I hear the sound of you. 

I think of happy when I think of you. 

I hope the stars are kissing your cheeks tonight. 

I hope there is a kite in your hand that’s strong enough to fly you to Hayastan tonight.

(Source: articulationtherapy)

Artsakh, my heart!
JA SOM CAMPIONS! Visca el Barça!!!

“'I wish life was not so short,' he thought. 'Languages take such a time, and so do all the things one wants to know about.'”

the essence of déjeuner en Provence.