February 2012
January 2012
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“You keep track of all my sorrows. You have collected all my tears in your...”
– Psalm 56:8 (via consurgo)
: Foreign. →
dearstevencraige:
I remember my hands fumbling in 3rd grade when I first held chopsticks, I remember hearing Japanese, riding a bike, holding a camera, and feeling the shape of your lips for the very fist time. Foreign. My hands tracing over unlearned and undiscovered facets. Nothing about…
