So. my story is about A New City. the three pictures of the city. yeah. so anyway.
i love this city.
my hands froze when i was taking the pictures. people gave me dirty looks for standing in the middle of the street. i loved every minute of it. i had been trying to get home from taking a walk after school and i didnt really know where the right train stop that i wanted was so i followed the signs. i missed the stop and kept walking until i knew i was at the right subway stop because id been there a few times. i took an entire roll of film just walking around the city. i think i ended up walking 2 or 3 miles taking pictures. and let me tell you those were cold damp miles. i took off my gloves to have better access to the crazily small buttons on my camera. after that i got out my winter jacket again.







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I have died nine-tenths but keep the other one-tenth like a gun. -bukowski
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Lost as she make her way through the pain and sorrow of the illusion known as life looking for someone to mend her broken wings and heal her tortured soul... ~Angel-Sanctuary-Club
It is very much appreciated
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Don't follow the herd - be yourself!
THE dA BESTIARY
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Au hasard d'une rue, une nuit
Je poursuit les ombres qui s'égarent
Ô grotesque songe qu'est la vie.
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Asinine contradictions flooded with psychotropia.
Sublime festering of my raped confidence.
Watch the ripples in my reflection swirl and entwine,
and like a virus, I infect, corrupt and sever.
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Asinine contradictions flooded with psychotropia.
Sublime festering of my raped confidence.
Watch the ripples in my reflection swirl and entwine,
and like a virus, I infect, corrupt and sever.
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