Untitled 1 (Silence and floating bed)
Graphite, charcoal and pen on paper
You get a strange feeling when you’re about to leave a place. Like you’ll not only miss the people you love but you’ll miss the person you are now at this time and this place, because you’ll never be this way ever again.
|—||Azar Nafisi (via vacants)|
After high school you realize you were only friends with some people because you saw them five times a week.