Even the brains of people grieving the end of a relationship look like the brains of people experiencing a death.
total sadness, total darkness, total coldness, total pain
best week of my life
this was a witchy night when i was 18
full moon 2010
where home used to be
n. the frustration of photographing something amazing when thousands of identical photos already exist—the same sunset, the same waterfall, the same curve of a hip, the same closeup of an eye—which can turn a unique subject into something hollow and pulpy and cheap, like a mass-produced piece of furniture you happen to have assembled yourself.