Hopeful but Brokenhearted
There is an idea of a berries and cherries; some kind of abstraction. But there is no real me: only an entity, something illusory. And though I can hide my cold gaze, and you can shake my hand and feel flesh gripping yours and maybe you can even sense our lifestyles are probably comparable... I simply am not there.
Reblogged from Chronic thoughts.
Reblogged from ☼ desert child ☼
Photographer Seth Casteel
Happy weekend, folks! May all your weekends be blessed with underwater dogs.
Reblogged from Radiolab
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