I'm very confused about this planet. And I like to document my studies on humans and other equally, perhaps, more important entities.
But, generally. I'm a nobody.
Photographer - artist.
Everything I post is mine, unless stated otherwise.
2nd Most Beautiful Girl in the World (Courtney Love)
Why is the bedroom so cold? You’ve turned away on your side. Is my timing that flawed? Our respect runs so dry. Yet, there’s still this appeal that we’ve kept through our lives. But love, love will tear us apart again.
Love, love will tear us apart again. You cry out in your sleep, all my failings exposed. And there’s a taste in my mouth, as desperation takes hold. Just that something so good just can’t function no more. But love, love will tear us apart again. Love, love will tear us apart again.
Once upon a time you dressed so fine,
Threw the bums a dime in your prime, didn’t you ?
People’d call, say, “Beware doll, you’re bound to fall,”
You thought they were all a’kiddin’ you.
You used to laugh about
Everybody that was hangin’ out.
Now you don’t talk so loud,
Now you don’t seem so proud,
About having to be scrounging your next meal.
How does it feel?
How does it feel?
To be without a home?
Like a complete unknown?
Like a rolling stone?
Woman is the slave of the slaves.
I don’t know what to do or how to feel. I’m not sure what it is that I’m supposed to do.
The right thing to do would tear me apart.
The wrong thing to do will break me to pieces.
I don’t know what to do.
I’m just disappointed with life.
—Robert Frost - Birches
Is it really not my right to mourn over losing someone I care for, after losing everything else?
The only hope I had left.
How could it not be my right to feel a certain way?
I am unlucky.
After being around a person for a certain amount of time, sharing and making moments together, one has to kind of fall in love. Right?
Am I really that crazy?