God made us in his image or did we made him in our imagination?
Scrolling through tumblr is like falling in abyss.
Shepherds keeping themselves warm in a cave, Afghanistan.
The beautiful thing about cosmos is, it is just there, spreading out into the vastness of nothingness, no matter if you look at it or not.
When pain won’t leave, we sometimes cut ourselves to let it out.
Have you ever been so alone that you go to sleep, just to be with people?
Of the cold winter days.