ryan gracie | life and photos

Agustin came to Tyler on Friday; we ate puffy tacos and stolen brownie sundaes and I drove to the edge of a small cliff where I’ve always wanted to take pictures. We kissed in the tall grass and plants left dead from the winter, where the cars on the bi-way couldn’t see us, my car parked off of the road. Maybe we were trespassing; I hope so. 

There’s something about being with him that makes everything more exhilarating, but in a slow-motion, calming sort of way; every time he leaves I feel like I have to start over again.

- ryan