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shatter these walls that blind us
We walk in tainted paths of gold
a secret life to bend and fold
lick the lies and speak what you see
to share those stories with you to me
a dare to cry from eye to face
a tear of glass I leave this place
of sorrow and future of crimson skies
where children meet laughter tends to die
a mirror of ghosts and empty baths
that leads us back to broken paths
when money was nothing and crying was fame
and wishing I would've called out your name
so here we stand hand and hand
with my loneliness destine to land
and with my shame to the glass
the ability to hold me, time does pass.
-i've made a mistake, i've going to hurt those I love once again and I'm sorry, I'm so sorry.-
i watch the time drain by on the screen
wanting the ability to stop it
this isn't what I call a game
it is real, like you and I.
I know this is way out of my traditional style, but I felt like trying something different.
enjoy or hate. I just create.
title is for the anxiety attacks i've been having lately. mother says i'm a prisoner of my own body. a prisoner.
This kid was at the Blues Fest. I had a poster of the image that is on his ass. He should hang it on his wall instead.
One day our dad told us: "Every time I stand on a bridge I put my hand in my pocket and grab my keys. And I have that fear that I would just throw them in the water."
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For UTATA Iron Photographer 158:
1 - a sack
2 - hardware
3 - the color green
What, were you a god-dammed ray of sunshine in high school? If you were, we wouldn't have gotten along.
I wanna be a rebel, but I'm not :P Yinwei wo bu shi fanpan suoyi wo Jiǎzhuāng. Yes. I did just explain myself in Chinese with a bad accent. Like I said, rebel stuff. **I think Enrique (my camera) and I will be spending some time together on Wednesday**
J is having a hard time on vacation this year. He is starting on that funny kid/teen/adult stage and doesn't quite seem to know what to do at any given point.
He is the sweetest child and I know he loves us so much - just wish this stage would hurry up and pass!
Why do I look so pissed off? It's hot again (boo) after a week of 50-60 degree temps and I just HAD to wear my argyle sweater. But I do love my new haircut. Very Louise Brooks.
Sweater: J.Crew
Polo: Target
Jeans: Taverniti So, picked up for $40 at crossroads trading in berkeley
Shoes: The Vans with the Golden Arm
Deze gouden bril heeft alles met status en aanzien te maken. De koning droeg de bril omdat het volk hem niet recht in de ogen mocht kijken.
Ivoorkust, 1950-1970. Fotograaf: J.C. Nourault
Better late than never, my mother sent two bags of coffee beans for my birthday. Then I spilled 1/3 of one of the bags all over the floor. There's a metaphor in there, somewhere.