i've taken to posting photos from my flickr in my journal so that even if you don't have an account, you can see them. you know why? because when the pictures aren't giving context to their captions, sometimes the whole entry can give a casual reader the wrong impression. i say this mostly because i know certain members of my family visit this page regularly, looking for clues into my personal life.
JOKE'S ON YOU GUYS. all you gotta do is ask.

so what i'm really saying is, you can click the pictures i post to go see 'em on flickr, where they're bigger, better quality, and surrounded by many other photos that i have taken.
what's passion? ah, it's all i've got, and yet sometimes it seems like i haven't got any.
i'm passionate about... loving. romance, yeah, that's life for me. still. it's so complicated sometimes all of the damn time. what else do i have? photography. i like it. why am i not studying it full time?

black and white film, taken somewhere in australia. this is how i feel some days. today is one of those days. cold drops on dirty glass, unsure where i am or why i exist or what the fuck i'm doing. but it's all good.
i may be without an ultimate goal, but there are still places i wanna go - things i wanna do - long strings of plans winding off into multiple different futures. i am the myopic kwisatz haderach.
someday i want to run a marathon. those of you who know me well (does anyone, really?) know that i can barely run for the bus; for all the love that's in my heart, it sure is weak. my parents tell me i should look into that, but the doctor at the walk-in tells me that without a family doctor and medical history, he won't bother. i'm too young, too healthy, to worry about my heart.
all i do is worry about my heart.
yeah, double meaning. you got it?
JOKE'S ON YOU GUYS. all you gotta do is ask.

so what i'm really saying is, you can click the pictures i post to go see 'em on flickr, where they're bigger, better quality, and surrounded by many other photos that i have taken.
what's passion? ah, it's all i've got, and yet sometimes it seems like i haven't got any.
i'm passionate about... loving. romance, yeah, that's life for me. still. it's so complicated sometimes all of the damn time. what else do i have? photography. i like it. why am i not studying it full time?

black and white film, taken somewhere in australia. this is how i feel some days. today is one of those days. cold drops on dirty glass, unsure where i am or why i exist or what the fuck i'm doing. but it's all good.
i may be without an ultimate goal, but there are still places i wanna go - things i wanna do - long strings of plans winding off into multiple different futures. i am the myopic kwisatz haderach.
someday i want to run a marathon. those of you who know me well (does anyone, really?) know that i can barely run for the bus; for all the love that's in my heart, it sure is weak. my parents tell me i should look into that, but the doctor at the walk-in tells me that without a family doctor and medical history, he won't bother. i'm too young, too healthy, to worry about my heart.
all i do is worry about my heart.
yeah, double meaning. you got it?














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