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Who wants life to be tidy when you can have more fun making a mess? I have moved house.
CANON 450D, 70-300mm TAMRON. Canon 450D, 90mm Macro Tamron. Recently I returned to Liverpool to visit some friends. I lived here for several years and saw the city transform. The area around the Albert Docks is great to wander around, and a delight for photographers.
My drawings, my photos, my makeup, my life. Letter to a bullied kid. A joyful gift for a sad kid. On A piece of history. On A piece of history. On a lighter note, well sort of anyway. Yesterday it was World lion day so while watching the news for updates I drew this sketch of two lions. There are far too much killing in this world. Every creature has a right to live no matter the amount of legs. Well this post was a real downer. Sorry about that! Letter to a bullied kid.
Inte fan gör det det. Stately Wedding tips from the British! August 10, 2015.
The thoughts and photos of a 23 yr old flight attendant living in Dubai, but traveling the entire world. In just one short month of flying, I have been to 6 countries! A huge commercial plane carrying hundreds of passengers and there we are, sitting in the front of it all with the pilots? The best is coming, and quickly! June 30, 2015. I still have a lot.
About writing and life and where they intersect. August 15, 2015 by brianklowe. In a Flash Delivery Service.
Exposing my inner uncertainty and openly living like an asylum patient. And instagram, of course. God had kissed his palms,. Before he threw him into the abyss. Zarathustra gave birth to his own chaos. Nymphs danced above his head. It was in him, all along,. He abandoned gods who tell stories,. And ran into the arms of a God,.
Well this week it was the opposite. I move back to school in TWO DAYS.
I went six days without an attack but then the dam broke. I have to practice meditation now before I get lazy and turn on the television.
I stare at the pink hues of the sunset and all I can see are endings. Faces I pass in this dark are dim;. Yet I always see you so clearly among them. You burn beneath my eyes and fingertips;. I hopelessly imagine it is your touch. It pains and thrills and always, always lingers deep into the night. Until I wake, pushed forward into icy mornings. And I am left,.