ephemera

Fleeting moments of internet interest.


by Jonas Wisser

sleepanddream:

dearoldlove:

Remember that rainy afternoon where we escaped the downpour by crawling into the bamboo grove at the Japanese garden? It was beautiful. I regret everything, even that.

I hate regretting beautiful, perfect things.

Rainy afternoon. Escaped. Downpour. Crawling. Bamboo grove. Japanese garden.

This post has so many beautiful words. It’s unfortunate that it ends so sadly.