"I remember you told me to “create distance” a thousand times. I never would have thought creating distance from you would be a thousand times harder."
From the person who knew everything about my scars and my good times
I was craving for coffee despite all the pressure I’m in right now due to school work and designs I have to finish so I searched ‘coffee’ on tumblr and made my situation even worse. I’m not yet ready for school tomorrow :’< I wish there was a coffee vendo machine in our school. Gahd this gif is amazing.
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I was craving for coffee despite all the pressure I’m in right now due to school work and designs I have to finish so I searched ‘coffee’ on tumblr and made my situation even worse. I’m not yet ready for school tomorrow :’< I wish there was a coffee vendo machine in our school. Gahd this gif is amazing.

Nightmares woke me up and then i got up and saw the sunlight seep through the window. A for effort in getting up. Did not regret.
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Nightmares woke me up and then i got up and saw the sunlight seep through the window. A for effort in getting up. Did not regret.

I don’t know if any of you have felt as if the thing you love doing most is slowly becoming the thing you hate. I would wake up everyday energized to do my work and ready to pressure myself on the things I know I could do. I walk on the halls of my school thinking I’m so strong I could take up anything people give me, I always believed that things were possible no matter what. This possibility though has slowly been slipping away but I will hold on for as long as I can. I know that struggles help people become stronger but what if before they get stronger, they fail to see their progress? Yes you wake up hyped about your ideas but what if the moment your ideas start to pour out of you, other people constantly tell you you’re useless, your ideas are based on lame shit, you’re unworthy of all the things you thought were worth touching other’s lives? I have been in the stage where I fail to see my progress and I don’t want to dive deeper to know whether there’s an exit door at the bottom of the ocean or not. But the more I fail to see where I’ve been and where I could be, the more people start telling me that there are answers down there and all I have to do is risk my life and my air to find out. And I’m lost and I’m so afraid and I don’t know what to do anymore.

She was the message in the bottle that never had the chance to kiss the waves of the ocean. Not even the seas nor the lover that perhaps loved to play by the shore will ever know who she was and what that message contained. She was left there in the tables and the desks of people who lived thousands of miles away from the deep blue.
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She was the message in the bottle that never had the chance to kiss the waves of the ocean. Not even the seas nor the lover that perhaps loved to play by the shore will ever know who she was and what that message contained. She was left there in the tables and the desks of people who lived thousands of miles away from the deep blue.

springingforth asked:
Hi. I've known you since I had my first tumblr. This is my third blog and am glad to have found you again. You're still the Meg I knew, I bet. You got great photos and you really are a pretty model/subject. Just dropping by. Have a good night! :-)

Thank you so much for sticking with my randomness and my ventures into the kind of photography I’m still quite clueless about. I’d like to think that I’m somehow the Meg you knew three blogs back but also the one who has changed for the better. Thank you, thank you thank you! 

hi it&#8217;s me being weird 
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hi it’s me being weird 

The shadows were my way of reminding me I was still real and the flowers gave me hope that even the dead could still smell the scent of its roots digging through my soul. 

mademoisellerika asked:
Your self portraits pls 😍

I’ve been so busy and I already tucked away my studio lights because they were gathering too much dust :( I’ll try to post again soon! Thanks erika, you look gorg in your latest shoot ♥ And your words are beautiful!

Rain pouring down on the pebbles and the grass seemed like life was pouring down its challenges on different parts of my body as if it had textures to darken and soil to dampen. That happening was sad on some days because I would slip and slide but most days? It was beautiful for it cooled down my pores and gave me space to breathe and to spread out to different parts of the world, allowing me to blossom and to breathe.
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Rain pouring down on the pebbles and the grass seemed like life was pouring down its challenges on different parts of my body as if it had textures to darken and soil to dampen. That happening was sad on some days because I would slip and slide but most days? It was beautiful for it cooled down my pores and gave me space to breathe and to spread out to different parts of the world, allowing me to blossom and to breathe.

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