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I hear if you wait long enough wind will fill your sails

scooterstream:

this window is EVERYTHING IN LIFE! Designed by Hiraku and Will at Patricia Field!

this window is EVERYTHING IN LIFE! Designed by Hiraku and Will at Patricia Field!

waltcessna:

Every day a little bit more slips away. A thought. A word. The keys. Her phone. The piles of bills and statements that climb high from every tabletop. The littered counters infested with errant coupons, box tops & discarded pill bottles. The once a month shower and the everyday recreation of the eyebrows. The frightened look in her eyes as you approach her with a dinner plate and the sheer sheen of counterfeit astonishment as she sinks into endless Real Housewives marathons. The skipping of lunch and chocolate hidden under pillows. The scary slips in parking lots and banged heads in movie house toilets and the kindness of strangers when caught in the most unfortunate situations. The realization that she’ll never leave the house she’s in unless it’s to die and that not one single family member but her sons will be there when it happens. The desire to just give up and slowly die, losing herself into a dark hole of unfulfilled desires and regrets she hardly knew she would rue. The slow, monotnous wait for something, anything to happen. But it never does. Life just goes slowly on and she stares into the computer screen and cares for her virtual crops and pretends to be happy. Satisfied. Wanting to live life to the fullest. But that’s a sham. Everything is a rehearsal. Her life has become nothing but a constant & never ending repeat. And for some reason she smiles and is satisfied. At least she thinks so. WC
Photograph by Walt Cessna FL 13

Every day a little bit more slips away. A thought. A word. The keys. Her phone. The piles of bills and statements that climb high from every tabletop. The littered counters infested with errant coupons, box tops & discarded pill bottles. The once a month shower and the everyday recreation of the eyebrows. The frightened look in her eyes as you approach her with a dinner plate and the sheer sheen of counterfeit astonishment as she sinks into endless Real Housewives marathons. The skipping of lunch and chocolate hidden under pillows. The scary slips in parking lots and banged heads in movie house toilets and the kindness of strangers when caught in the most unfortunate situations. The realization that she’ll never leave the house she’s in unless it’s to die and that not one single family member but her sons will be there when it happens. The desire to just give up and slowly die, losing herself into a dark hole of unfulfilled desires and regrets she hardly knew she would rue. The slow, monotnous wait for something, anything to happen. But it never does. Life just goes slowly on and she stares into the computer screen and cares for her virtual crops and pretends to be happy. Satisfied. Wanting to live life to the fullest. But that’s a sham. Everything is a rehearsal. Her life has become nothing but a constant & never ending repeat. And for some reason she smiles and is satisfied. At least she thinks so. WC

Photograph by Walt Cessna FL 13