Sometimes I think I have felt everything I’m ever gonna feel. And from here on out, I’m not gonna feel anything new. Just lesser versions of what I’ve already felt.
I want to be the last person who ever kisses you… That sounds bad, like a death threat or something. What I’m trying to say is, you’re it. This is it for me.
Lonesome Road: A Mix for the Mojave and the Capital Wasteland.
"Stuff Being Thrown at My Head," a photo series by Latvian photographer Kaija Straumanis