I'm an anonymous cardboard heart, I write on random pieces of napkins and papers all the time. Anonymous, because the majority don't recognize who I am. Cardboard: a. Flimsy; insubstantial. b. Lacking depth; superficial: a movie with only cardboard caricatures of its historical subjects. Heart because thats all I ever use to make a move. I'm impulsive, rude, but all in a loving and caring matter. So I etch that on paper with that pencil led so sick of the burns from the friction until I get it right. Until I lose it all to find out who I really am. I use to be known as De-Vergeten-Foto.
D R I E D U P S K I N?
Because all we ever do is shed.
E X C U S E M E , Y O U R S H O E L A C E . . .
That is only because I use to work with a webcam (thats when I was beginning to love photography in itself). Afterwards, I got my gorgeous PowerShot SD550, after a week, it was broken due to a friend. A month later I recieved a new one, I missed it.
A C C O U N T D E L E T E D?
Only because I felt to start out new, although I might add some of my friends whom are from the old account on to this one. The old name only left me uninspired and with some bad memories. Its fine, alright.
L O C A T I O N
I currently live in Miami, FL. It tends to bore me at times.
O C C U P A T I O N
Student, learning. Learning. Learning.
H O B [ O ] - B I E S S
p h o t o g r a p h y --- I started loving it around middle school, when I began to notice the little things. I would stare somewhere on the ground and would just look, and look, and look... People would stare at me in confusion. What the hell is she doing? Then I would just go home, and think how I should have captured that so I can keep it to myself, and enjoy that moment. I don't want to lose an image, I want to keep it. I enjoy my memories, so I want to keep them etched up on a photograph, and for years to come.
b a n d --- I play the tuba and the cello in John A. Ferguson senior high school. I wouldn't be able to go to school without band being on my schedule, its impossible. I love both my two tubas and my cellito.
w r i t i n g --- This began being a passion of mine in the 8th grade, when I was inspired by my English teacher of that year. I would end up writing little phrases don't make sense but to me on every sheet of paper I could find. It tends to be an addiction when I don't control it. I'm planning to be a journalist, or something of that nature, once I finally get out of school.
r e a d i n g --- I adore words, so I adore reading. Need to say more?
q u o t e s? --- They are one of my favorite things in the whole world! I love reading them, its an addiction. I can go on hours at a time reading one, by one, by one. My favorite one currently is :
“Our lives begin to end the day we become silent about things that matter.” - Martin Luther King Jr.
L I P S
I find them to be one of the most gorgeous parts of the human body. They are seducing, sexy, and wonderful. I might end up making a stock account specifically for lips and eyes.
A N Y T H I N G E L S E ?
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You make me feel like a failure. ;_;
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Hold this thread as I walk away.
I can't exactly fave your whole gallery.
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Hold this thread as I walk away.
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Hold this thread as I walk away.
Robbert
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We are born and we die, whats in the middle is a bonus.
I think I'm already becomming addicted to it.
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You can close your eyes to reality, but never to memories.
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"Beauty is mysterious as well as terrible. God and devil are fighting there, and the battlefield is the heart of man..." - Fyodor Dostoevsky.
Our club: ~Moscow-lovers
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F R E E D O M - - F O R E V E R !!
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I Love you my Marta...
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Verda er berre ei strale av ein vens ansikt, alt anna er i skuggen.
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