I am Brooks Adam April
Underground Kawaii

jesus christ.  i have just begun to accept the fact that sean probably won’t give me the time of day anymore,  i just have to trust that if i can get through a year with being thrown around through his wants and needs and untouched and feeling so little love that i can get through anything even him abandoning me and putting me secondary towards everything. it’s fucked up how some people change even after giving them your heart for almost 4 years.  

someone out there is going to be so lucky to meet me and fall for me, and i will treat them like i have him, with all of my heart and soul.  i can’t settle for bullshit 


there is something very right happening.  

"   Ordinarily I go to the woods alone, with not a single
friend, for they are all smilers and talkers and therefore

I don’t really want to be witnessed talking to the catbirds
or hugging the old black oak tree. I have my way of
praying, as you no doubt have yours.

Besides, when I am alone I can become invisible, I can sit
on the top of a dune as motionless as an uprise of weeds,
until the foxes run by unconcerned. I can hear the almost
unhearable sound of the roses singing.

If you have ever gone to the woods with me, I must love
you very much.   "
Mary Oliver, “How I Go to the Woods”  (via mirroir)




Marcel Castenmiller photographed by David Armstrong for Candy Magazine's issue #4. 

Marcel, please.