"I’d made a list in my notebook of all the things I missed about him. The way he wrinkles his nose when he’s thinking was one. How he hold things was another. But now I needed to talk to him for real and no list would substitute. I stood by the phone while my stomach turned itself inside out. During the time I waited, a species of butterfly may have become extinct, or a large, complex mammal with feelings like mine."
– Nicole Krauss, History of Love (via dailybranflakes)
My thoughts right now run parallel to these images… For the most part.
by walterishuge
by aldoushuxley
One of my favorite artists, Andreas Rocha.
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by dyingofcute
