Every morning, I wake up and forget just for a second that it happened. But once my eyes open, it buries me like a landslide of sharp, sad rocks. Once my eyes open, I’m heavy, like there’s too much gravity on my heart.
Sarah Ockler, Twenty Boy Summer (via larmoyante)
sydneyflapper:

Burnelleschi postcard, 1910s.
glittertomb:

higuchi yuko

自来也