-Do I contradict myself? Very well then, I contradict myself. I am large, I contain multitudes.-

domingo, 8 de noviembre de 2009

i am not that boy

"The moon has nothing to be sad about,
Staring from her hood of bone.
She is used to this sort of thing.
Her blacks crackle and drag."

excerpt from "Edge" by Sylvia Plath

all photos and editing by me:]

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