monochrome candor

i wish, i wish, i wish

". . . it was real."

from shifty eyes stealing a glance to openly checking Ilya out (insp.)

maybe (definitely) this betrays my outrageous privilege but i always make a point of seeing van gogh paintings in person whenever i get a chance because they are so Alive in a way that just doesn't transmit through a screen. i love photographing them from multiple angles to really capture their 3d texture. when you see a van gogh irl you can see exactly how he made each brushstroke you can see the direction the pressure you can practically feel the bristles and smell the fresh paint on his palette. it doesn't feel like you're engaging with Old Great Art at all it feels like he just stepped out of the room. did you know the almond blossoms were painted for the birth of his nephew and hung on the wall of his childhood bedroom. one of the great works of art of the 19th century watched over boyhood pillow fights. i'm gonna cry

hr x inconsolable by katie gavin

maybe one day. (yt)

I'm fine, I'm fine, I'm fine, I'm fine, I'm not fine

You are somebody’s baby, some mother held you near