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Monochrome
Pose : Coming Soon
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Hair : ACTION
HEAD : Catwa
Skin : Nivaro
Eye : IKON
Suits : Deadwool
Watch : Deadwool
Body : SLINK
Hand : VISTA
I swear for GOD I never knew about this...and I must say I´m very very happy
I feel fantastic....even I dont have new photos...well Im kinda busy...you know.
this is what I´m talking about
www.flickr.com/groups/flickyawards/discuss/82039/
and I never knew :|
this image is part of an old photo session! with a friend
23 ноября 2008
такой ветер, просто невероятный. теплый теплый. сносит прямо. на меня ничего не действует. я ничего понять не могу. не могу не могу не могу проснуться.
[HD]Inflatable chair -(10:dog-Cream shiba inu) BOX
AMERIE - Pineapple Glass
02.(BOX)[Sallie x Body Language] Undressed: Panties A
09.(BOX)[Sallie x Body Language] Undressed: Shirt A
The Gacha Garden
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[Sallie / BodyLanguage] Ready for a Date
Seed of Inspiration
Girls Room (Skybox) White and Gray set
@ The Gacha Garden (1st November)
You can get "Seed of Inspiration" every 20 plays.
[Sallie / BodyLanguage] Ready for a Date
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but danielle has been on of my closest friends since we were in the third grade. this makes me want to take intimate portraits of all of my close friends and family. i want to keep a piece of them with me forever. i want to shoot them the way that i see them.
this is the main shot of the serie of the shots i have taken at the place where this man lives.
that is a torn down house, with cracked walls and no doors or windows. and all there is that could keep warm this poor man who seem to have no soul around him for an ecouraging word, is the smoke and the flameless fire.
An old lady sat right in front of me, by a window side of a train compartment. She wore aristocracy like no other; around 75-80 years old, travelling alone from Kolkata. Her son would receive her from the station. She was communicating with her son over the cell phone. She was on the edge of her mood, at times relaxed and sometimes fidgety, as the train was running late. She was an expressive woman, as her gestures reflected her mood. She was ignorant about everything happening in the compartment, as she was eager to reach the station on time. I took a few shots of her gestures with my cell phone camera, secretly. They turned out to be pretty productive, as natural documentation of one’s body languages.