two seconds before the fall
Blank stares and empty houses and every time you wished you could forget the parts that didn’t go as planned. Two hours after dinner, a freshly planted garden. Fake isolation and knowing you are only as beautiful as the ticking of a clock and the sound of the world as heard through a bedroom window. The moments when you can’t help in bathe in the desolate disaster of it all because by the time tomorrow arrives you will have forgotten about that dead frog you buried and that one time you feared for your sanity. Sadness can be sweet too, and some of the stars you wished on had already died before their light reached the earth.
More pictures here, and more to come.(partly inspired by this poem, and partly inspired by alexis’s use of light at night)
once upon a time long long ago my url was youthcolor
(via kaciepastry)
