alas… the gallery
jade & jordea
maybe one day i’ll like this place i hate so much
not rude , just awkward
in this bubble frozen in time we exist here.
in this bubble you and i are the only ones in the whole entire universe.
just like when we were kids
we live in the space where we're free to roam.
we die in the space we were trapped in all our lives.
-horses in iceland
she dances as she sings to herself in the mirror. she laughs and drinks with her sisters. she is love
tunnel vision in los angeles
sitting on the top of the hill in cinqueterre , italy
imagining all the lives that live within each window. the families that grew up here. the families that didn’t. the kitchen and how it smells as evening sets in. the sounds, is it empty and quiet? is it loud and lively? are there babies crying and parents screaming or babies laughing and parents crying? are there dogs? are they barking? are there cats? how many? are the cats scared of the dogs? are the babies scared of the dogs or are they laughing at them?