the only strings that hold me here are tangled up around the pier

a photographer works for the end - at times ignoring the journey for the uncompromising result ( Read more... )

... to leave
.....to photograph
....... and allow myself to come back 

revisiting will be something that will happen in the next few weeks.
it's unavoidable but i've come to terms with it.
there's still too much to digest and i have failed to grow a couple of extra stomachs.

it has started, strangely enough, through the eyes of a stranger.

why did i ever decided to write a bloody paper on a subject that i'm not particularly interested in?  why do i have to make a point of removing myself from the cozy comfort zone? just to prove that i can do it?

bah

 
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Hope Sandoval & The Warm Inventions, Suzanne

And all the times I mean to tell her
The cats in here are over-flowin'
She pulls aside a four leaf clover
And makes me feel right on my own

I await it with patience. And in the meantime I do as I am bid, and also I dream.

Stardust, Neil Gaiman

the [london] art fair.

and i'm so skint it's painful.

[whatdoyouwantfromme?whydoeseveryonealwayswanrsomethingfromme?idon'tknowwhatyouwant.idon'thaveanyshittogive.leavemealone.i'msayingi,truthand honesty,allofit.fuckit.leavemealone.i'mhereandi'alsothere.thedaystopisthedayidie.leave.fuckoff]

true feminism is not *burn* your bra. maybe it's more like *taking* my bra