c h s 。

qieshire:

story of my life.

Photos I took back when I was home last time (finally). I’ve recently felt homesick so bad several times while I was away for work. Everyday was full of dreading and crying. I’m at a phase of life where I actually came to realize what it means when people say home is not a place but a feeling. It’s so hard to be away from people, family, that makes you feel assured and loved and that it’s okay to be you. Most of the time I would go home because I wanted to get some rest, but this time it was because I missed my family so much. 

Look at these colors *heart eyes*

the sun to the flower;

the flower to the sun;

lights and rays

and sweaty palms.

P.S. I forgot to insert another song here and it’s Sam’s (Woosung from The Rose) infamous rap ‘my name is Sam and I like some ham’ :D 

a friend’s neighborhood flower and wall :)

and...

It’d probably be nice to go home, a real home after a tiring day at work.

Someday please. 

qieshire:

“Even her tears were beautiful.”