when you think they're whole.

i've been immersed in all things magickal lately. magick colored pencils on wooden panels, ouija boards & communing with ghosts /// a voice on the other side of the country. perhaps one of the phantom hearts of all this thinking is home, which for me is long island. what a strange place! so near the sea in any direction! if you are from there, then you understand.

the photographer above, fleurs de lune, is from long island & somehow seeing them comforts my subtle homesickness.

xo.