And what is the future happy one? a sea beneath a cloudless sun, a mighty glorious dazzling sea stretching into infinity..
That moment when you cry until your sobbing and then you sob until you’re out of breath and then you start choking on whatever oxygen is left in your cigarette-beat esophagus of yours.
every god damn night. And i still dont know why.
Say it to me
Choking on that last bit of anger between my teeth As I relentlessly nibble on the left overs of my emotions I see it lay there.. like a rose that was stripped naked of its petals by an anxious lover But I leave it there. Walk away calmly as my face re arranges itself in the shadows.. mimicking a fish slapped on the kitchen counter gasping for air.
song of the century.
that was it. The fact that she wore those shoes everyday even if they had the bends and holes of the streets she walked.
Big ups to dee for modeling.
Original photography
porcelain.
Original photography
Nickolas Muray: Frida on white bench, New York 1939
