Meg. A dreamer who dreams of dandelions in fields of grass that would sway no matter what. A tragic book in the making with all unending cries. A lens in a factory made for sight. A wanderer in a boat with no paddles at hand. A car on the road with no signal lights from left to right. A lover torn in between the streets of paradise.
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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.
Anonymous asked: Do you know how talented you are or you pretend you do not see it because you think you're not as good as anybody else?
If I deny I have a talent, I deny the one who has given it to me. I know I have a talent just like everyone else and I know everyone else is as good as everyone else, they just have to work their asses off to be better at what they already have.
Anonymous asked: Define love, based on your experiences or what you think about it.
I think love is the most complex emotion ever. It is made up of happiness and all the stomach-clenching-butterfly-related feelings. It is something we cannot truly define unless we feel it for ourselves. I don’t know how people know that what they feel is already love but I’m guessing people know, they just do. It’s like when you see this person, there are no hindrances, no walls, no masks and no other emotions. When you see this person…well, you feel in love. I have never been in love with the opposite sex. I just stated my opinion on the question, thanks :)
Anonymous asked: Where did you get those vintage fonts and what are their names? :3 I love your blog and YOU inspire me! :3