Testing my Hasselblad. Tomorrows shoot should go swimmingly.
I WANNA CUDDLE. And hold someone.
life is getting too hard and I wanna cry.
NO I’M NOT GOING TO GIVE YOU ALL THE ORIGINAL PHOTOS. IT’S LIKE ASKING AN ILLUSTRATOR FOR A BLANK CANVAS SO YOU CAN REDRAW THEIR FINISHED WORK. JUST STOP. BE LUCKY I GAVE YOU ANY PHOTOS… SERIOUSLY, I COULD BE ONE OF THOSE PHOTOGRAPHERS WHERE YOU DON’T GET ANY IMAGERY AND YOU SEE THEM 4 MONTHS LATER ON FACEBOOK. OMG JUST STOP.
"I don’t know how it is you are so familiar to me- or why it feels less like I am getting to know you and more as though I am remembering who you are. How every smile, every whisper brings me closer to the impossible conclusion that I have known you before, I have loved you before- in another time, a different place- some other existence."
That feeling of truly being forgotten.