Rio de Janeiro at dusk by Pablo Moltedo
you know what’s fucked up?
that you can be without someone for six months, a year, five years and have mastered not thinking about them, but no matter how much time passes there will always be that moment where you see a photo of them or catch a little of their cologne on a crowed street and suddenly you’re plagued with a rapidly sinking stomach and the relentless question, “what did i do wrong?”
real friends - summer
Grand Central, NYC 1929
Its not possible anymore to take such photograph, as the buildings outside block the sun rays.