| not much to tell.... i dont artistically know who i realy am yet... so im just messing around with photography and haveing fun <3 |


were is itits in the small pain i feel as i inhale, and the rythymic beating of my heart against my chest, its in the air i breathe, and the water i drink, its floating in the winds, and in the rustle of leaves, its in the rush of elation i feel when i hear your voice, and the way my skin prickles to touch yours.were is it
its in the time we spend together appriciating the silences, and the excitement in our voices as we talk into the night, its hearing our guitars play together, and feeling that it means more, its in the litle squease you give my hand, and knowing it means i lo


Sledge hammer heart beatmy bones are far too dry, for me to be crying all the time. my waist lines taking all of my lies,Sledge hammer heart beat
and they are coated in sugar and baked into perfect litle pies. my halter neck shows my skin whiter than snow, but ive been picking at indecision thats the reson its so cold.
thats alot of salt for one hour glass to hold, for one thing that ive noticed is that time is just too old and the sand in that hour glass is looking very bold for somthing that just does what it is told.
line up your soldures, hear their feet stomping. they make your heart beat in time to their rythy
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the only way to shock you now is to not shock you at all, as i realiezed while looking at work by damien hirst on google during art history, and i realized, that yea i may be grossed out, but im no longer taking it seriously.
honestly.
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in tartiflette we trust.
Hope to see you there!
The Electric Bloom Team
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The better your memory, the weirder your dreams.
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4, el robocop
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4, el robocop
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