Remembering life is like looking at a puzzle. Each piece- each scene, event, person, feeling- is whole, but separate from every other piece. I can't understand how they all fit together. Which pieces form the corners, the sky or the logo on the very bottom right. Each instant is purely self-contained. My life is lived, puzzle piece to puzzle piece, not knowing where each goes in the grand scheme of the larger puzzle.
This is mostly a scrapbook of reblogs. All pieces of other peoples puzzles. You can find some of my writing here:
sinking sands
mine
we felt alive
the letter F
confession
Arab/Middle Eastern Grandfather dancing to techno.
When he kicked off his shoes I was on the floor.
omg.
He is my idol. I’m already taking notes for the next wedding I attend.
I think we used to go to the club together back in the day… This is really adorable.
my mom dances like this.
I love how the kid in the foreground isn’t even phased. He’s like, “Yeah, that’s grandpa. He does that every Tuesday.”
(via dresdenlowe)
First, dude totally stole my moves. Second, did you see the baby grooving in the background? Adorable.
OHMYGOD. DYING. -kicks leg over kids head- whuduuuuup?! He’s too fresshh.
I remember this from TYT…maybe he’s turkish? idek My favourite part is the HIGH KICK N RUN
i present to you my dad
NIGHTNIGHT by DEDDY