Question:

wait, so your picture on flickr "hope(if anything.)" that story, is it true? If it is, are you really pregnant? Or it just a writing of sorts?

Asked by Anonymous

Answer:

hahahahahah no, i am not pregnant.
i was just trying to make a connection that people could really feel and to do that, i had to put myself in that situation, story wise

∞ 10/25/2011 (7:36pm)

∞ 7/12/2011 (9:45pm) 1 note

It’s when the words will not come

That I know I have so very much to say.

she is the most beautiful girl i have ever seen.

∞ 7/12/2011 (9:44pm) 732 notes

she is the most beautiful girl i have ever seen.

(via 12strings)

∞ 7/12/2011 (9:36pm) 2,009 notes

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∞ 7/10/2011 (10:42pm) 1 note

Reinvention. The word has softened a part of my bone and created itself a place so quiet that I find myself smiling more often than not. It’s odd how people’s words suffocate the air itself and make the action of shadow shifting and breaking new skin seem wrong. Or fake. Or maybe they think it’s unfair, why aren’t their bones soft like mine? Why must their skeleton hold them like prison bars? No need to envy, it’s just your body does not trust your soul and to be quite honest, neither does mine.

My soul is like film though. It takes skill and courage to form my new selves. I can’t look at my hands like a digital camera’s display and see myself for what is worth deleting or not. No matter what image I take, it must stay. It will be attached to that filmstrip for years and years and possibly, one day I’ll look for it again.

Reinvention. It’s the process of developing a personality and letting it go for a test run through your being. Sometimes it only ends up being a faded picture posted on a wall as a reminder of who was where and what was when. Other times it ends up being a clear image of yourself, reinvented not changed, watching carefully in the reflective glass.

∞ 6/19/2011 (3:13pm) 2 notes

That awkward moment where you’re supposed to be studying for exams but instead you’re watching a starwars marathon…story of my life.

∞ 5/3/2011 (12:01am) 1 note

After hours in the hospital and spending the whole day in agonizing pain, I find out i just might have an ovarian cyst.

My Father’s reaction “ooh yaaah, I heard some ovarian cysts grow teeth and hair and even eyes since they’re made from cells like the embryos.”

Good to know. I just love the idea of giving birth to some mutant Furbie. fml.

I wish flickr would work

∞ 4/23/2011 (12:58pm)

I wish flickr would work

If only I could be her everyday, maybe then we’d solve the concept of love. And possibly, even, fall into the sleeping sickness of it’s reality.

∞ 3/16/2011 (12:22am) 1 note

If only I could be her everyday, maybe then we’d solve the concept of love. And possibly, even, fall into the sleeping sickness of it’s reality.

onpastneverland: hearts-and-crosses: Riding my bicycle along Hollywood Boulevard today I saw him in the crowd - noticed him instantly. When we reached each other, I said hi and asked if he would mind if I took his photo.  “You want my photo?” Yeah, I said. There’s nobody  like you.  “I know.” And he smiled for me -although his face was evidently destroyed by something- and his mouth reconstructed. I asked him what happened. “Shot,” he said. “Shot in the face.” He motioned a gun at close range being shot directly into his face. And you survived that? I asked. “No,” he said with a smile. “I’m dead.” I apologized for what was a stupid question, but it was hard to fathom - gun shot- close range - into his face. And he lived. So what happened? I asked. Was it an accident, or did  someone mean to shoot you? “I did it myself. Tried to kill myself.” You did “Yeah.” Where? “Arizona.” Phoenix? “Tucson.” So tell me, how did it feel, after you shot yourself in the face - and you came to -and realized you were not dead? “Agony. The worst agony ever.” Man. “Yeah.” What kind of gun? “30-aught-six.” I was thunderstruck. I have met and photographed many people - who are featured in this stream - humans who have overcome amazing adversity. Lydia, who was burnt almost to death. Ray, whose eye was gone. Margaret, who weighed over 500 pounds. But this. Man. And yet he was smiling. I told him what I thought: God gives everyone a different life - and some people get really really hard lives. “That’s me. Doesn’t get much worse.” Told me he’s on the street.  Homeless. I asked him how bad it was that he wanted to die.  “Bad. Really bad. The worse kind.” Are you gonna try again? “No. I tried once. That’s enough.” Man.  Sometimes our lives seem hard - unbearable even - but then we meet Kevin. Or Lydia. Or Ray. And realize again how lucky we are. How hard some humans have it.  Man. And yet he smiled. He smiled for me. This man with his face blown off - by his own hand. And here he is - in the sunshine, listening to music, smiling. I don’t even know what else to say about this.  this is beautiful  what an amazing human being.

∞ 3/10/2011 (10:43pm) 36,912 notes

onpastneverland:

hearts-and-crosses:

Riding my bicycle along Hollywood Boulevard today I saw him in the crowd - noticed him instantly. When we reached each other, I said hi and asked if he would mind if I took his photo.  “You want my photo?” Yeah, I said. There’s nobody  like you.  “I know.” And he smiled for me -although his face was evidently destroyed by something- and his mouth reconstructed. I asked him what happened. “Shot,” he said. “Shot in the face.” He motioned a gun at close range being shot directly into his face. And you survived that? I asked. “No,” he said with a smile. “I’m dead.” I apologized for what was a stupid question, but it was hard to fathom - gun shot- close range - into his face. And he lived. So what happened? I asked. Was it an accident, or did  someone mean to shoot you? “I did it myself. Tried to kill myself.” You did “Yeah.” Where? “Arizona.” Phoenix? “Tucson.” So tell me, how did it feel, after you shot yourself in the face - and you came to -and realized you were not dead? “Agony. The worst agony ever.” Man. “Yeah.” What kind of gun? “30-aught-six.” I was thunderstruck. I have met and photographed many people - who are featured in this stream - humans who have overcome amazing adversity. Lydia, who was burnt almost to death. Ray, whose eye was gone. Margaret, who weighed over 500 pounds. But this. Man. And yet he was smiling. I told him what I thought: God gives everyone a different life - and some people get really really hard lives. “That’s me. Doesn’t get much worse.” Told me he’s on the street.  Homeless. I asked him how bad it was that he wanted to die.  “Bad. Really bad. The worse kind.” Are you gonna try again? “No. I tried once. That’s enough.” Man.  Sometimes our lives seem hard - unbearable even - but then we meet Kevin. Or Lydia. Or Ray. And realize again how lucky we are. How hard some humans have it.  Man. And yet he smiled. He smiled for me. This man with his face blown off - by his own hand. And here he is - in the sunshine, listening to music, smiling. I don’t even know what else to say about this. 

this is beautiful 

what an amazing human being.

(via ab4nd0ned)