withlovetanya:
I collect flickering stars in old pickling jars, poking holes in the lids so they can breathe. The universe is not made of atoms; it’s made of tiny stories. Order your book
I collect flickering stars
in old pickling jars,
poking holes in the lids
so they can breathe.
The universe is not made of atoms; it’s made of tiny stories.
Order your book
(via teachingliteracy)
sach tranh cua? chau’ Joe