I just want to let this out.
What if you and your bestfriend were meant for each other? Everything’s mutual and everything sorted out. No ifs, no buts, just you and him. Imagine the both of you on an island looking at the sunset just enjoying the view… Now, slap yourself, you ain’t ever gonna be that lucky. hahahahah
Cold sheets and old books are the perfect partners for this weather :>
Anonymous asked: Do you ever get jealous of girls who have boyfriends? Not really hotshot boyfriends, but the good boyfriends. Boyfriends who care about you and love you enough to hold your hand in public and brush their thumb against yours
Like ate Camie’s relationship with her boyfriend? Okay let me tell you a secret, while I stumbled upon ate Camie’s blog once more yesterday, I happened to read ‘the happy list’ and that kind of got me, if you know what I mean. I almost instantly liked the idea of being 20 and falling in love, but I also happened to wake up. I’m too young for this and for that. So in some ways, you can say that I kind of lost myself and asked … ‘what if i know a person whose entire world revolves around me?’ Crazy right? I guess everything’s all part of a stage where you become obsessed with finding someone and he turns out to be…surely not for you. And I ALSO happen to find that process of finding and craving and losing someone a very unsuccessful cycle—at my age. So no, I don’t get jealous as often as I used to before. Good boyfriends come at the right time. I don’t like the holding hands in public part. That kind of cliche act doesn’t entirely turn me on.
I love collecting books but I’m broke. So I don’t have any collection.
does this make sense? i know i’m not the only one :< i badly want to buy half the books i see in bookstores. and guess what, i don’t get to buy any. yipee.
Behind the Camera
Once you get to find out that you most probably excel in taking pictures, you start getting used to being this anonymous person behind the camera. You have always been that one person who doesn’t see yourself in that event because you were surely somewhere else. You were in your own world where pixels and apertures exist. This is a good thing until you become someone else. Until you unconsciously become the person behind a wall, not a camera.
When the day ends and the only sustainable light is the one you have in your room, you open, see the pictures and say: I wasn’t here, I wasn’t there, I wasn’t with these people. I was alone. It was just my camera but it wasn’t me who was behind it. It was someone else. I have no memory of this place and of these people. Instead, I look back and see myself in one corner, facing a wall like second graders.
Don’t let anything like this happen ever again. You were a person built and gifted as someone who can record a memory and at the same time, be there while it is happening. Go, get up. Make the memory that can last inside of you and in the pictures that you take.
You have to be happy when you’re working. Make your desk as creative as your mind.