scream and light up the sky.
i wish i spoke french. i wish my words came out as fluidly and eloquently in person as they do when i sit down and let them pour out onto paper. i wish i owned a typewriter, to stamp each letter out and create something tangible. i wish i had the motivation to finish what i've started. i wish my photographs had more iconographic value. i wish i had the time to read more. i wish we could bypass all the bullshit and be whole with each other. i'm learning to stop wishing and act, but it's a slow process, and it's always been easier to dream.
(via fearprisoner)
reminds me of that nabokov cover…
fantasizing about a future darkroom
guys, i’m gonna have to live in a cardboard box and drag my enlarger and chemicals outside the box at night to make prints.
ughh.
(via blindromance)
(via blindromance)
apparently men think about sex every seven seconds. jeeze.
(via thatsnotmynamex)
seven seconds? that’s ridiculous.
…i’m like, every three-point-five.
0_o
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