Jane Birkin (by Olivia Lopez)

(via elec-tron)


Christopher Anderson

I used to have multiple dreams about a group of people and myself. We would race up stairs to get to the other side of the doors at the top. Which held nothing but sunny skies and clean, fresh grass to lay in. And as we’d run up the stairs, the steps would crumble beneath our feet. This picture reminds me of that.