| I have found that my heart was stolen. Straight out of my chest. I do not know when or where. I do not know how. But it is a sure fact that I fell fast. And hard. I realize I have developed a deep love for photography. |
| I take my photography very seriously. I tend to try to perfect it, constantly. But, it seems that when I get behind the lens I loose all sense of control. My efforts are useless. |


Streetlamp EyesHer name is Lucy and she's not quite enough.Streetlamp Eyes
She can barely remember the colour of happiness; let alone what laughter used to taste like on her burnt-out tongue. The November days have stolen the blush from her cheeks and she's fully aware that no one may ever understand what the lyrical voices mean to her scarcely beating heart.
She has realised that she's scared of conversations and glances which see right through her, because then she'd have to care about what they think of her. Then she'd have to admit she's empty. She spends her time imagining cart wheeling through uncut grass topped with dew drops at the dead


Walking SutraMy desires, thrown into the ocean like the salty ashes of a dead man, these burns, and the painful fire that caused them, have been extinguished by the cool waters of the enlightening truth, the Dharma. My wounds, where I was punctured by the sword of attachment, have all been stiched up, healed, and now my skin bears the sacred letters of a holy sutra yet to be shared. Each burn a lesson, each scar a chapter.Walking Sutra


we could split the sky.it's morning and i can feel thunder rumbling through my veins and building in my heart. the ceiling seems too large to belong just in this one room and i'm waiting for it to open up and spill quarter-sized raindrops on to the back of my eyelids. i wonder if the sound of silence still echoes the way it used to when this bed wasn't two sizes too big for just me. if i wanted to, i could roll from side to side without ever meeting any sort of resistance.we could split the sky.
but i don't want to.
i want to press my handprints into your collarbones and taste the better side of these storm clouds with electric sparks, flashing white and blue
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So many people treat you like youre a kid so you might as well act like one and throw your television out of the hotel window.
- Gerard Way
That's deffinately the best "thank you" I've ever got. Hehee(:
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Everything will be ok in the end. If everything is not ok, then it is not the end:]
for
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"Seeing" the UNusual...EVERY DAY
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Everything will be ok in the end. If everything is not ok, then it is not the end:]
Also, may I suggest a friend of mine?
Lordguardian; [link]
Keep up the great work!
One last thing, may you please check out my recent feature?
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(Please, favourite it if you like the work)
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