“Because sending a letter is the next best thing to showing up personally at someone’s door. Ink from your pen touches the stationary, your fingers touch the paper, your saliva seals the envelope, your scent graces the paper. Something tangible from your world travels through machines and hands, and deposits itself in another’s mailbox; their world. Your letter is then carried inside as an invited guest. The paper that was sitting on your desk, now sits on another’s. The recipient handles the paper that you handled. Letters create a connection that modern and impersonal forms of communication will never replace.”
A full moon rises over the skyline of New York as seen from the Eagle Rock Reservation in West Orange, New Jersey on August 10, 2014.
In response to everything.
but consider this polaroid of young Ezra and Rostam
Miso : Home-Made Tattoos : twin flowers for Milly : Melbourne 2014.
I don’t think people love me. They love versions of me I have spun for them, versions of me they have construed in their minds. The easy versions of me, the easy parts of me to love.
This will always be my favorite picture.
Her smile is so genuine and I can feel her from ten thousand miles away.
She reminds me of you and how you used to look at me.
god this picture makes me happy
Ah it’s back on my dash. I can’t help from hitting reblog always
omg look how happy she is
That first comment is so real, it’s depressing.
Took a trip to Washington with my girlfriend and saw some amazing things. Snapped this while walking down to Second Beach in Lapush