"I wish I could touch you again
I wish I could still call you friend
I'd give anything

I'll keep you locked in my head
Until we meet again
And I won't forget you my friend"

hãy thôi xoắn vặn. :-<

i dreamt of you. talking and laughing so cheery.
but i don't talk to you anymore, nor see you,

it was barely a choice, but i made a choice not to make an effort.
because i'm the only one who ever seem to make the effort from the start anyway.

they were wrong, i was right.

i can't sit there waiting for you to change and take your step. because you never do.

nothing was ever done and nothing is going to be done.

bye-bye little crushsation.

Generally, the idea of nude [photography] is unambiguously identified with the image of female body. Only naked woman looks naturally. Naked man looks not dressed. - Wladyslaw Pawelec -

You cannot expect to appreciate good photography instantly. It takes time and study to appreciate the feeling of the photographer. - David Hurn

a photograph gives us the naked truth,which has to be clothed by the imagination. - Frank Meadow Sutcliffe

It is part of the photographer's job to see more intensely than most people do. He must have and keep in him something of the receptiveness of the child who looks at the world for the first time or of the traveller who enters a strange country. - Bill Brandt

Artists don't owe the world anything, least of all explanations. - Sam Haskins

A model can only be successfully directed by talking her into a mood or attitude. The moment you physically place a limb into position you may as well be photographing a shop dummy. - Sam Haskins,

What I work for nowadays is almost entirely myself. I hardly do anything for international magazines, for the Sunday color supplements. They don't, after all, live in the same world. They live in a world where everything is larger than life (...) and I am not interested. - David Hurn

You know how you can read a book or watch a movie and get a shiver, laugh or cry. The ultimate goal in my life is to photograph works that can create such an effect to viewers. - Meeeeee.

although i don't give so much of a shit about how my future turns out to be, i still have some preferences.

i'd go to some art/music college with lita where we are swarmed with hot skater boys around that town. i will finally spend most of the days around the concept of the photography and the rest of it slacking or goofy off in some apartment with her where i occasionally bake and get paint smudged everywhere even in the kitchen. i can smoke in my house, by the window though, in the morning and the boys that live there half of the time really don't mind. Lita and her bass guitarist will be gaming her ass off on the couch when me and the skater are having a quality bonding time with some cigs.

i graduate with a stunning portofolio.
mai graduates. she buys a gorgeous white beach house on Crete. We spend the first few days painting the shutters green and sticking the wallpaper inside. there is a garden, full of tiny flowers in the middle of the house, plenty of sunlight. And i, at last won't despise sunlight. i finally get my cutest kitchen on earth and spend most of my day either cooking, writing, painting or photographing. we can get on the roof some day, goof off, and i can fall into the sea and die a happy death.

:( :( :(

i don't know anything at all. i hate it when this happen.

i'm in an airtight glass box. i don't know if the rush inside is real, or is it good for me.

i keep making myself feel so fucking low.

i've never been this low before. i don't chase around any fucking one.
i am too proud. i need to remain proud.
i don't even want it to become a fucking crush, the tiniest one.

nonononononono.

does the fucktard get occasional headrush and short of breath moments like me tooooooo?
shit. i'm so fucked.
this needs to stop.

- how can you miss someone you barely even know.
listen to a song they used to sing and get your guts twisted inside out from missing them, their voice, their neck, their thigh.

the very same things that made me so happy makes me so shit.

i can't trust the feelings i can't explain.

:(