I exist in the sighs. In the seconds when you stare into the sea, into the woods, into the world. I am there, but I am not sure if I exist.
I don’t usually reblog photos of smoking nor tolerate it in anyway, but there’s something about this picture that makes it absolutely stunning.
second time ever to reblog a post with a cigarette. this is just a beautiful picture that i cant resist myself so ok.
she isn’t a smoker, i watched a documentary about the photographer, this is her daughter and she always would take photos of her children and she thought of how out of place yet powerful the cigarette would look in her hands so she took this photo
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