Utterly obsessed with water and yet completely terrified of it. I think it's so beautiful, but I can't swim. Saved my little brother from nearly drowning twice before he even turned six. I would love to go scuba diving or deep sea diving in one of those little submarines. As a child, I wanted to be some sort of marine biologist. Or an astronaut. Or a surgeon.
I just love the feelings this photograph suggests.
The softness of texture and light here make me want to go somewhere, lay in a giant bed under a ceiling fan in lacy underthings and write.
Kinky, no? I can't tell if his eyes are closed. For me, it would project a very different feel depending on which. I like the myriad textures.
A position I've found myself in many a time...
...leading to this kind of feeling.
I grew up in the woods, on a farm, surrounded by nature. I live in the Bronx, now. I still miss actual trees, walking barefoot on my own grass, being able to look down at the river and the ocean from my house, which was atop a mountain.
I wonder what they were doing? When I was growing up, I lived for awhile in an area that was essentially a dust bowl--very flat and all open spaces. The sunsets used to look something like this, blazing the bleak neighborhood with light.
Sucker for light eyes.
Dreaming of summer. As I don boots, hat, scarf, cardigan, parka, gloves...
all imgs via tfs
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