Serendipity

The moment you make a discovery which you were not in quest of... Serendipity.
I am dream. I am dream, love and poetry

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“I’m in love with people’s hands and the way they clench their fists and the way their fingertips lightly press down onto piano keys or thighs. Calloused fingers or dainty fingers. Hands writing poems or memos or parking tickets. Hands writing futures. To me, every crease on the palm is a love line.”

— Mesogeios

(via cutestgirlinyourworld)