Someone asked me what home was and all I could think of were the stars on the tip of your tongue, the flowers sprouting from your mouth, the roots entwined in the gaps between your fingers, the ocean echoing inside of your ribcage.
e.e. cummings (via psych-facts)
white girl: so what is your name?
me: Keo Moni
white girl: ooooh that is so pretty, where is that from?
white girl: ooo such a nice african name!
OMG i’m cambodian, i know how that feels
The thing about sadness is that it never warns you that it will come back. You’ll end up with an aching heart again, minutes after laughing, and it will feel like you found someone in your house; someone who you thought had left.
W.J (via kassiedawn)