A macro shot of the human eye. The arterioles appear like the branches of trees in a forest.
i held him, and he sobbed onto my chest, clutching me. the ugly kind of crying, with me wiping off his snot with my sleeve and the uncontrollable stream of tears running down his face. him hiding his eyes, not wanting to show weakness, but nonetheless so vulnerable. it’s disconcerting to see someone who usually is so confident break down, yet it makes him all the more human.
i took this photo just after i had my first kiss
it was a sunday. 16th, october, 2011
ever since, i have not put my tongue in anyone else’s tongue
or whatever it means
p.s: this is not b&w. the sea was grey, the sky was grey, everything but me was grey.
plot twist: i don’t love her anymore
road trip at dawn by wanderingstoryteller on Flickr.