Diagram of Doom - 2, c.1922. Edward Steichen. Palladium print.
Sometimes, I feel like the years push you farther away from me. I get nervous to the thought of losing you of all. You’re the only one that can come close to understanding. Understanding the pain of seeing them in brand new eyes and yet having to pretend, or more like adjust because it’s all you can do. When I had non, I used you as my armor. And I thought we were indestructible. And it’s hard to see you grow up out of your shell and into someone I don’t know much of. Maybe this post is nothing but a little reminder that growing means change and acceptance and even if the going gets tough I’m sure we’ll be indestructible.
Angus & Julia Stone || Big Jet Plane
this song puts me at such ease, everytime.
I rather feel fulfilled than content.