Black Coffee & Stale Cigarettes
A fair dose of irony & a good bit of sympathy.
In pieces but never broken.

Freelance NJ/NYC based photographer/model.

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C. JoyBell C. (via observando)

I don’t have a diary, I don’t write things into a diary. I imprint myself into the sky and when the sunlight shines brightly, I can stand under the sun’s rays and everything I have imprinted of myself into the sky, I will begin to see again, feel again, remember. And when the wind begins to blow, it blows the details over my face, and I remember everything I left in the sky and see new things being born. I am unwritten.

Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita (via exoticwild)

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I mean, I have the feeling that something in my mind is poisoning everything else.