

found.i found i believed in love until he told me he loved me. and our worlds were not one but divided, and our hearts began to pull in opposite directions. but he loves her as a friend, and he loves her as a lover, and where does that leave me? and this is what fell into my thoughts as the words appeared. but i dont believe him, and in the same sense, i do. but i know that miles get in the way. i know that states keep us apart for a reason. i just dont know the reason, and i wish that anyone could explain. but no one can, and its just something that happens. and i read somewhere that i should never hold someone in my heart that ifound.


i feel we're falling.I could not do what she did. There would be no worse torture than hearing those words, knowing full well the lies they possessed. The guilt I felt for her far surpassed any other emotion I felt as he brushed the hair away from my eyes and pressed his lips against mine. The more I pushed him away, the more he wanted, and the less I resisted, but I saw her in the back of my mind. Her image tore at my conscience; her innocence my wrongdoings. She had more strength than I could imagine, and as he wrapped his arms around my body, I knew I could never do what she did.i feel we're falling.
my feet

his eyes and the skyI loved him. I believed he loved me somewhere… still. I watched him, then, but couldn’t read him. I could see straight through his eyes. I missed the shine they’d possessed once— When he’d look at me. And smile.his eyes and the sky
He hadn’t forgotten me; I convinced myself.
His eyes watched something in the sky— A bird, a cloud—I couldn’t tell. They matched, though, that is, his eyes and the sky. Immaculate, vacant.
I loved him… At least I remembered loving him. I wondered what he could remember. I watched his eyes.
I may as well hav
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if photography were just a mechanical process, then all photographs would be the same
- wolfgang tillmans.
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saran fighe quanto vuoi le textures, però dopo un po' la roba stirata mi manca.
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'Non c'è scusa all'essere cattivi ma v'è un certo merito nel sapersi tali. Fare male per stupidità è il più irrimediabile dei vizi.'
C. Baudelaire
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GET-CHILLY PHOTOGRAPHY - GRAPHIC DESIGN
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J'ai envie d'avoir le temps, je ne crois rien.
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Life is one fuckin' beauty contest after another.
you have a wonderful selection of work yourself
i might go check it out
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whats life without art?...id say, arts more that just a picture, more than just a painting, its a peice of work...something that has emerged from the heart.
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