The Words Between Your Limbs

I’m going to vent for five seconds. I’m over the bullshit. Over the games. And over the lies. I might be young — but I sure as hell have a fierce understanding of what it means to care. Take it as a sure thing, and I swear you’ll feel the rug out from underneath your feet. (end of cynical rant) (sorry, be back, jiffy as ever tomorrow)

Sometimes things just well up inside and all you want to do is grab someone and tell them “you are fucking worth it”

I woke up this morning and headed to the studio at school. I watched a few hour long tutorial on lenses and cameras. I loaded some 4x5 film in the carriers. Two of them were crome color film. I’m not versed in this medium. Only with the black and white ilford 100 speed 4x5….This is 100 and Kodak, but color. You know the stuff. Anyone have any tips? Going to shoot with a super wide pin hole cam. Anyone have any tips? Leave a something something in my ask box. Xo

If I had all day, every day. Some how. You know what I would do? Take a picture every day. Not just any picture. All the ideas that boil over in my brain- I would do them all! Because I would have all this time! I would hand build props and — and ….time. There is never enough time.

There’s a reason to everything. There’s a reason people come and go. There’s a reason they stay. That doesn’t mean you’ll always understand …it just means that it is what it is. It sounds contrived but, really, sometimes… It just is.

A bunch of no name no it alls…calling you’re bluff. I never took to this crowd without enough liquor on my tongue.