| Climbing through each break, |
[Dec. 20th, 2007|12:16 am] |
| [ | Current Mood |
| |  gloomy | ] |
| [ | Current Music |
| | Team Sleep; Ataraxia | ] |
I've broken through so many barriers, but the walls are what still hold me in, translucent and paper thing; I'm locked in a frame of film. |
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| (no subject) |
[Dec. 18th, 2007|10:50 pm] |
| [ | Current Mood |
| |  disappointed | ] |
| [ | Current Music |
| | Evans Blue | ] |
And now the old things will pass away
I saw your light once
Did you see mine?
But not all things will pass away
You turned your light off
So I turned mine, away from your sadness, away from the nothing that you feel for me |
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| Show me something. |
[Sep. 6th, 2007|03:51 pm] |
| [ | Current Mood |
| |  mellow | ] |
I want to know what you feel. |
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| Dedication |
[Aug. 15th, 2007|02:34 pm] |
| [ | Current Mood |
| | hungry | ] |
| [ | Current Music |
| | Breaking Benjamin; So Cold | ] |
Art, just like always, you're there to cushion my fall. |
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| Shut out the sound. |
[Aug. 8th, 2007|01:59 pm] |
| [ | Current Mood |
| |  artistic | ] |
| [ | Current Music |
| | A Perfect Circle; Crimes | ] |
What am I to do with all this silence
Shy away, shy away phantom
Run away terrified child
Won't you move away you fucking tornado
I'm better off without you
Tearing my will down |
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| I've been going places this summer. |
[Jul. 26th, 2007|11:47 am] |
| [ | Current Mood |
| | cheerful | ] |
| [ | Current Music |
| | The Postal Service; We Will Become Silhouettes | ] |
Old Orchard Beach, Maine. |
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| walk with me. |
[Jul. 8th, 2007|12:28 am] |
| [ | Current Mood |
| |  awake | ] |
Lets take a walk after all the mess I've made. Lets hold hands and enjoy our time together. Lets walk barefoot, our soaking jeans dragging on the warm wet pavement, we're too wrapped up in eachother to care to roll our pants to our knees. Lets talk, and not care where we're going, or whats happened, or where we've both been before. |
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| Tranquility. |
[Jul. 2nd, 2007|10:48 am] |
| [ | Current Mood |
| | mellow | ] |
| [ | Current Music |
| | Deftones; When Girls Telephone Boys | ] |
I love when my friends and I spend our time at places like this:
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| Restless Mornings |
[Jun. 17th, 2007|11:23 pm] |
| [ | Current Mood |
| |  sleepy | ] |
| [ | Current Music |
| | Deftones; Kimdracula | ] |
If we were friends, you'd experience these places with me at early hours of the morning on Sundays, and we'd laugh, and talk, and be happy. Be here with me, I want you to be. |
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| Missing. |
[Jun. 3rd, 2007|02:41 pm] |
| [ | Current Mood |
| | sleepy | ] |
| [ | Current Music |
| | Silverchair; Leave me Out | ] |
I've been slacking, I'm sorry. I've been too busy living. |
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| Bedroom. |
[May. 20th, 2007|12:54 pm] |
| [ | Current Mood |
| |  drained | ] |
| [ | Current Music |
| | Fear Factory; New Promise | ] |
My bedroom and bed is the one place I can go and feel comfortable being expressive, whether it be artistically, sexually, or mentally. It is a place I go every night that is full of support and will never leave or let me down, because it is not human. Within these walls is where I've come up with some of my best work, work that is full of raw emotions, something I can not achieve in any location. My walls are plastered with who I am, and memories of who I once was. I surround myself with dreams and aspirations that remind me everyday why I am living, and what I'm living for. My bed is my place of hiding, somewhere I go and do not return from for hours. Its where I sleep and fight against my random insomnia episodes without affecting the outside world and visa-versa. It is a place where I choose to draw the blinds, to let in as much light as I wish. Its my escape, my comfort. Home. |
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| words written on my skin tell a story. |
[May. 15th, 2007|06:57 pm] |
| [ | Current Mood |
| | calm | ] |
| [ | Current Music |
| | System of a Down; Suggestions | ] |
I like getting ideas, and then being able to sucessfully express them through photographs. These have a lot of meaning. Renewal, Trust, Honesty, Comfort, Passion, Self Respect. |
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| Glass vs. Humans |
[May. 7th, 2007|07:41 pm] |
| [ | Current Mood |
| |  contemplative | ] |
| [ | Current Music |
| | All Shall Perish; Eradication | ] |
I've come to the conclusion that every human being can be compared to broken glass.
We hide within ourselves, never letting our insides touch surface or recieve nurishing light. For days, months, years we become anything besides ourselves, eventually believing even our own lies.
We dig deep inside someone else for comfort, and cut them wide open. We don't notice until after we get what we want and leave again, letting the gaping wounds freely bleed sweet viscosity without us inside, acting as a wall or void to block blood.
We sit alone within ourselves, but physically close to one another without exchanging even a word when it could mean the world to the other. We keep to ourselves, we keep private, afraid of judgement or being noticed.
We hurt ourselves and eachother out of pure enjoyment, to spice life up a little. We make sure the other is no less miserable than ourself, if not worse. We are selfish, breaking one another to help deal with our own problems, ones that we created on our own with no help. But, we are the ones who point our fingers at the others. |
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| Up and away. |
[May. 6th, 2007|10:58 am] |
| [ | Current Mood |
| |  dirty | ] |
In life, you'll always find those places you'll kick yourself for not stopping to look at before, but smile because you finally have, and always will from then on. They also seem to be the places best for hanging out with good friends at dust, breaths stolen, voices silent.
We all feel it. |
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| I could have cried then. I should have cried then. |
[Apr. 26th, 2007|10:14 am] |
| [ | Current Mood |
| | calm | ] |
| [ | Current Music |
| | Tool; H. | ] |
My blood before me begs me open up my heart again.
And I feel this coming over like a storm again.
Considerately.
Venomous voice,
tempts me,
drains me,
bleeds me,
leaves me cracked and empty.
Drags me down like some sweet gravity
I am too, connected to you
to slip away,
to fade away.
Days away I still feel you
touching me,
changing me,
and [considerately killing me.]
Its just one of those songs that gives me the chills, and I can't help but sing along and feel. |
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| Good morning beautiful. |
[Apr. 24th, 2007|10:58 am] |
| [ | Current Mood |
| | relaxed | ] |
| [ | Current Music |
| | Rage Against the Machine; Bombtrack | ] |
I love my mornings. |
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| best friends. |
[Apr. 21st, 2007|11:53 am] |
| [ | Current Mood |
| |  excited | ] |
| [ | Current Music |
| | Nine Inch Nails; The Good Soldier | ] |
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| Simplicity |
[Apr. 18th, 2007|07:51 pm] |
| [ | Current Mood |
| | cheerful | ] |
I love how such simple things can have such a drastic affect on my day. Like these two pictures, for example; after a long day of complete bullshit, I walk across my driveway and notice the bright colors of birdseed infesting the large split between the pavement. It made me smile, and it brightened my day. |
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| I like days like today. |
[Apr. 14th, 2007|11:46 pm] |
| [ | Current Mood |
| |  silly | ] |
| [ | Current Music |
| | Limp Bizkit; Show me what you got | ] |
I love driving, being social, pulling over to take pictures, feeling comfortable, meeting new people, having cool friends, life.
Its pretty simple.
Now, time to retire to bed with a book to read all night. |
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| What is mine. |
[Apr. 8th, 2007|09:49 am] |
| [ | Current Mood |
| | groggy | ] |
Using photography, I give myself more room in this cooped up world. I bend on the lines, hiding behind raw emotion and creativity. I make the viewer feel what I want them to feel. I have control of what I want something to appear as. I show the world what I see. I give. |
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| An addiction no longer fed. |
[Apr. 3rd, 2007|07:49 pm] |
| [ | Current Mood |
| | sleepy | ] |
| [ | Current Music |
| | System of a Down; Science | ] |
It discusts me. |
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| the reason I breathe. |
[Apr. 1st, 2007|01:57 pm] |
| [ | Current Mood |
| |  loved | ] |
| [ | Current Music |
| | The Mars Volta; Vermicide | ] |
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