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i dont want to think far deep and hard
i just want it all to not hurt when it happens
and i need my music to absorb whatever i felt
so the bass shakes
Photography is a way of feeling, of touching, of loving. What you have caught on film is captured forever… it remembers little things, long after you have forgotten everything.
Be with someone who you don’t have to hide from, in any way. Whether it’s your morning face before you’ve put your make up on, an embarrassing story to tell about something that happened on your way home, or an ambition you’ve had since you were six… make sure you end up with someone who knows all of it and still loves you. A person you can tell your whole life to is a person worth spending a life with.
My philosophy is: It’s none of my business what people say of me, and think of me. I am what I am, and I do what I do. I expect nothing, and accept everything. And it makes life so much easier.
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i dont care who you are
how great you seem to a million minds….
you are nobody
until you discover
who you are
on your own
and accept you.
you are nobody
….until youre brave enough
to be that somebody you discover.
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there is something better than this
the fucking work place is horrible … its a trap to work and pay bills
then you have the social life… to which everyone pretty much associates them selves with ideas they have of people, personalities portrayed, sort of like a surface character…
can i enjoy music
without questioning somebodys self worth?
where is the time?
how about just sun up to sun down
so you are doing and doing
moving and moving
but it feels like nothing is happening
everything looks the same
everyone sounds the same
everyone is in their own little world
then you meet like minds
and the sun peeks in a little
then ideas spark
and something happens
a new perspective
an opportunity to thank your father for giving you gifts by putting them to use…..
for a positive outcome.
In nature, nothing is perfect and everything is perfect. Trees can be contorted, bent in weird ways, and they’re still beautiful.
My friend once told me
she liked this guy because of his hands
And I found it absurd that anyone
would develop feelings over one feature,
and not care about the rest
It wasn’t until you used your hands
to cup the back of my neck the first time we kissed
and I could feel your firm grasp pull me closer,
and my insides exploded
and my head buzzed with bliss.
And the first night you slept over,
you fell asleep with your hand
laid over my stomach
and your fingers felt like a fire
that I didn’t mind burning my skin.
The first time we got drunk,
was the first time you played with my hair,
and my god I was hooked,
I’d drink forever if it meant you’d never stop.
And in public you’d hold my hand,
and rub your thumb in little circles
that left me wanting you more,
no matter what you would never let me go,
I was glued to you,
and I honestly didn’t mind
When we talked about breaking up,
you saw my lips quiver with fear,
and you brushed over my lips with your fingers
before pulling me into your lap
and you kissed me like never before.
With your hands on my hips
pulling me so close to you,
leaving no space in between us.
It was then I realized I never wanted you to go
Its now that,
I finally understand why hands
were the only feature that mattered
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