“I look at you and see all the ways a soul can bruise, and I wish I could sink my hands into your flesh and light lanterns along your spine so you know there’s nothing but light when I see you.”

– Shinji Moon



What is Home?

Home is where you’re bra less most of the time.
Home is where it’s okay to keep unwashed dishes
in the kitchen sink. (or until you realise you’ve ran out of dishes to use.)Home is where you walk around buck naked any time you want.
Home is where it’s okay to dismiss the 5 second rule on dropped food,
pick it up, & eat it – without judging eyes.
Home is where it’s totally fine to scratch your butt whenever.
or pick your nose.
Home is where you don’t think twice about wearing your favourite ratty shirt with
holes in them and worry that people will start handing you change.

A Home doesn’t necessarily mean 3 bedrooms, 3 toilets, and 2 baths.
A Home doesn’t have to have all rooms hooked up to a killer sound system.
A Home doesn’t need centralised air conditioning.

Home is where you’re excited to plop on the bed, not because you’re exhausted,
but because pillow talks are an evening event.
Home is where the warmth doesn’t come from a heater, but from cuddles.
Home is where your favourite scents linger in every room, pillows, and sheets.
Home is where every room is decorated with memories on the walls.
Home is where your fingers fit perfectly between the gaps of his.
Home is when you’re beside that person doing absolutely nothing and realise,
“this is the place I’m growing old in. this is my home.”