jockokorsha:
we can’t be friends?
jockokorsha:
Are u here?
jockokorsha:
Such a mood 🌙
jockokorsha:
How was your year? 💚
jockokorsha:
printemps
jockokorsha:
As pure as driven snow
jockokorsha:
Some portraits. archive
jockokorsha:
Some portraits. archive
jockokorsha:
Some portraits. archive
jockokorsha:
Some portraits. archive
jockokorsha:
Autoportrait by my legendary samsung camera
jockokorsha:
Archive
jockokorsha:
Don’t Call it Love💛
jockokorsha:
summer ends?
jockokorsha:
i used to say goodbye
jockokorsha:
love
jockokorsha:
Its a Didion time…
jockokorsha:
it doesn't matter where this is. i wonder if you can forget how you got here. The smell of the soil, the smell of this paint, the walls are ivory, the sky is a glass.
jockokorsha:
photo diary
jockokorsha:
Photo diary: night.
jockokorsha:
Photo diary
jockokorsha:
its 6am
jockokorsha:
I never knew the stars could be so bright. Under the blanket, over the moon.
jockokorsha:
spring
jockokorsha:
autoportrait at night
jockokorsha:
lovely spring
jockokorsha:
Spring 💔
jockokorsha:
when the time is over
jockokorsha:
April snow
