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This was his first session as a model. I found it interesting that he was insecure, when he looked great.
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A night shot taken using a tripod and with illumination of cars' headlights which were dropping in the street.
In big cities, people have to erect fences and walls to protect themselves from the danger and violence. Fear is in charge of setting apart people from theirs fellow man.
04/14/09 - I'm lost without you. Come show me the way, hold my hand, and tell me things will be okay. I cannot wait until I can feel your prescence again.
explore #476
"Lost and insecure, you found me, you found me. Lying on the floor, surrounded, surrounded." - The Fray.
April 1, 2011.
Fold paper cranes to support Paper Cranes for Japan.
Comments off - Not my hands
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It's like I'm wearing a pair of tinted glasses that makes me see only the worst in every image I have.
My insecurities are tearing me apart, messing with my mind, driving me mad.
I'm even considering taking a break because it just feels so stressful.
נוסעים יקרים, אנא הקשיבו להודעת הביטחון הבאה:
המצולם אינו גיי. הוא פשוט היה בסערה של מסכת לחצים (ולא מצד הצלם).
Day 9, Letter I.
everyone has insecurities. some, more than others. i seem to think i have a lot of them. i'm always saying, "do i look alright? what'll people think if i wear this? does my make up look cheap? is it too much?" etc etc... the classic girl drama stuff. i've learned to look how i want to & not care what other people say or think about me. i'm me, love me or leave me.
It has been quite a while since I last uploaded a shot on Flickr, and it seems that Flickr has just changed owners recently. Not sure if this would be good or bad for the foreseeable future. Only time will tell.
Now I love my stages of vulnerability because in life I have to allow myself to be in situations where I could fail, but to be in this place feeling completely comfortable, without fear or any worries and be aware that things may not work out as I planned or want them to but instead of this being a reason for me to not move forward for it to be a motivation because it is allowing me to experience something new, it is only when I leave my comfort zones that I truly grow and evolve and learn something new about myself and the world we live in. And for me most importantly this is an aspect of love, of applying love into my daily life, I always want to keep an open heart and an open mind & if I were to instead close myself off to every experience, every situation that made me feel a little vulnerable or because of the chance that I might fail would be like I’m closing myself off to love completely and that is something that I never ever want to do, I always want to be open to love.
(hello everyone i hope you are all having a beautiful day, sorry i've been a bit crap at getting back to everyone but i've been writing and creating and coming up with ideas...and have kind of been in another world...but i am here, just in more of a reflective mood:-) love, peace and freedom to everyone!! i am so grateful and thankful for all of you, you guys really inspire me:-)xx
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Underneath it all, we are all similar. We all have insecurities, differences and things that we'd like to change.
The best thing about it? That's what makes you, YOU.
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Day 164. I suppose this is a bit of a self reflection from both perspectives, ie, a fear of being left behind by the stronger part of me, vs the part that's trying to ignore the voice that's holding me back and is scared of failure.
Ps. I think this would be better in mono now I've looked at it again.
But now I'm insecure
And I care what people think
My name's blurryface
And I care what you think
Inspired by Stressed Out from Twenty One Pilots incredible new album Blurryface.
Im super excited because I have lots of things on my hard drive to edit and have been going out shooting more often again recently- so lots of photos and lots of series coming up! I forgot how much I loved shooting and how much it helps...with everything- so i really hope I can get myself to continue this trend. I need to get editing on some of these photos though! I also still got stuff from CO earlier this summer to edit (and some stuff thats even older somewhere on some hard drives that I should probably find)
A quote I gave to my friend Hope for her book of life lessons and such recently was Not to let laziness halt your passion. That has to do with me shooting a lot and I need to make it a priority again. I had a big creative block for a while but instead of being lazy and just being like well damn, I should have been out trying new things. Something I noticed though is once I got shooting (even just some old ideas I've been meaning to do) the creativity started flowing again and now I have an overwhelming amount of ideas I want to try out and I can't wait!
Also I got a new tattoo so maybe I'll do a photo of that soon?
Check out my Instagram! Im starting to post there more often and have some stuff up that I don't have on here! instagram.com/nate.compton
also working on a website so hopefully thats up in the near future
May 25, 2011.
Hopeless dreamers, hopeless types
Thank you so much William and Gary for the testimonials :)
I like to think that with each self portrait I upload, I reduce the vast amount of insecurities just waiting to erupt from inside my mind.
Mask, after mask, after mask. Each day the only thing I never forget to wear is a mask. Because it makes me feel protected. It makes me feel like no one is able to witness my true emotions as long as I have a mask on.
There's the one I have for school; there's the one I have in front of strangers; there's the one I have when I'm disguising the hurt when someone makes fun of something I'm sensitive about; there are so many, I keep losing count.
Does this sound pathetic? I suppose, in a sort of way, it is.
When I think of the word mask, I automatically think of fragility. Because if there weren't people who deem nothing of others' feelings, there wouldn't even be a need for masks. One more reason to view the world negatively, one more reason to drop my eyes and avoid meeting anyone else's windows to the soul.
I'm not interested in the people I meet who are only concerned with ripping off my mask forcefully to see what's beneath the surface; nor the people who fail to notice the facades and assume that they know me already. The people who take the care to gently ease off my mask, who let time slowly build up trust, who bring my hands up to my face and allow me to remove it myself; these are the people who I will quietly end the masquerade game with.
Sadly, I'm still caught up in masquerade, after masquerade, with most of the people I do know. Both of us clad in silken masks; our eyes not meeting; expressions fixed on in its perfect facade.
Will they ever end?
It doesn't take much to tip me off my perch of cautious confidence down to raging insecurity. Taking pictures to please other people, other people who might pay you is terrifying. What once was a camera that you adored, felt at home and familiar with, that helped you to realise images in your head suddenly becomes this un co-operative, petulant child. Suddenly all the controls have been moved, all the settings thrown out. Buttons which were once found without conscious thought are now fumbled for. I feel like the harassed mother in a supermarket with a tantrum throwing child. At this point no-one but me knows how bad the photographs might be. The worst part is hearing that voice on the telephone after they have received your apologetic CD of images. Heightened senses listen for the 'verdict' and there it is; just a hint of disappointment in the tone of voice, a feeling that previously only a parent could transmit so subtly yet so powerfully is now resurrected by the client. The sinking stomach of failure descends.
Within seconds of the conversation, in fact whilst it is still going on, emergency alternative career thoughts are churning in my mind; become a three legged German butler, peep show booth cleaner, scrap metal dealer, scrap tampon dealer, apply for Big Brother - Ok that's enough, I shall give photography another try.
Er...eu atrasei o projeto :(
1º ontem minha internet tava caindo toda hora
2º eu não gostei das fotos que eu tinha para postar
Maaans milagrosamente hoje de manhã rendeu duas fotos até que boazinhas :S
Gostei bastante da edição dessa foto até os ruídos deram um efeito, digamos, bonitinho
It's been 27 days since you "broke up with me".... but 41 days since you started dating her. Numbers don't match do they? Yes well the whole world knew except me...... But for some pathetic reason I still miss you... and seeing her posts... all over your wall.. of silly Facebook games like " Lips are your best feature cause you're a great kisser" w/ the Erik IS this true???? And all her insecurities " I have the best boyfriend in the world he calls me just to hear my voice"...coincidence that that is what was said about me to her.... that you would call me just to hear my voice... and the day you and I agree to be cordial is the day she feels she needs-within the hour- to post how amazing and loved by her BF she is..... she loves to rub it in and make it hurt and remind me with every post that you are HER boyfriend. She can't make a comment without stating " MY BOYFRIEND" or NOW THAT I AM DATING Erik..... and when the lil whore has the nerve to message me she makes sure to not refer to you are Erik but as "My Boyfriend". I guess the little Borderline Histrionic has marked her turf... has she peed on you yet? Her insecurities are glaring.... her clinginess is sickening... her gloating pathetic... her need to paste all over your Facebook that you are hers... is she scared...that because you cheated on me you will cheat on her..... it's a valid fear.... why would you want a man who you could steal from a woman he has loved for four years..... just wait till something better comes along.....I hope she wrecks this relationship but I have a feeling that she won't... you love being the one to constantly rescue her in her neediness.... so maybe you are perfectly matched....a psycho and her savior. But who is the worst of all.... me because I still miss you.... the you that I knew and loved.
the insecure thoughts of the other woman.
I wonder how many of us are the illicit thought of some guys here when they look at their partners?
Just a thought.
I think of myself as a bit insecure
And with this I may have a mental lock
So when real love tries to come in
I seem to ignore it at the first knock.
My heart is not as hard as a stone
That is why I cannot ignore a plea
But if from behind the door comes begging:
"Please let me in.."
..then this can somewhat infuriate me.
Today I have put aside my imaginary fears
Because these ghosts tend to do some harm
And I have opened the door wide open
Taking the pleading Angel into my welcoming arms.
The doorway has now unveiled a vortex to eternity
And for love eternal I cannot not wait
So I am stepping into the oblivion
With hope that my Angel guides me to Heaven's Gate.
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Explore #498 on August 8, 2011
I wonder what did the poor little dear do to deserve such placement? It looks really uncomfortable.
For ABCs & 123s >> *U* is for Under and possibly also *Uncomfortable*
(IMGP2596Angelprobnotfeelingsecureunderswaybackbenchflickr110518)
G: “You- you're a kid?” The green guy says in
a confused tone.
S:.”Um yeah…” I say insecurely.
G: “Why don't you start by explaining all of this to me. Starting with you magically becoming a kid.”
S: “My names Billy Batson, I'm 13 years old, and I can turn into a super hero. Good enough?”
G: “We'll talk about it later, bud. Why don't you go back into your other form to keep other people from seeing you .”
I look around for a second, Just to make sure, and yell: “SHAZAM!!”
A lighting bolt comes down from the clouds and engulfs my body in electricity. I feel my body grow with every limb. Then my black and blue suit forms around my adult body.
S: “Better?”
G: “Better.”
He starts walking over to the knocked out alien guy.
S: “Hey, who are you and who's that Guy?”
G: “My name is Green Lantern, but you can call me hal as we're already on a First name basis. I'm part of an intergalactic Peace keeping force called the Green Lanterns. I work for the embodiment of will power named green. This alien is a yellow lantern. They feed off of fear. ”
S: “Woah, dude.” I say in awe.
Hal starts checking the incapacitated yellow lantern. “It looks like he was looking for this artifact.” Hal says as he picks up a glowing green rock. Then suddenly, a Yellow bolt of lighting shoots from the sky and strikes the ground. A man in a black business suit with a yellow tie emerges from the smoke. He disappears in the blink of an eye, and reemerges with the green rock in his hand.
BA: “An artifact indeed. It's a radioactive Peace of a planet destroyed long ago. I need to give this to a friend. He's planning on killing gods..”
Then, he flies into the sky. Hal and I follow him through the sky line. I shoot electricity, but he absorbs it. He then creates a sonic boom of lightning, hitting both of us. We would both be dead meat if it wasn't for hals quick thinking of making a trampoline under us.
G: “Billy, I'd love to stay and help, but I have a friend in a coma, and I need to bring the yellow Lantern to green. Here's my number if you ever need help. You have a phone, Right? “
S: “Thanks GL, I'll call if I need it.”
We part ways, as hal flies the opposite direction of the City.
Overdoing it with the padlock and chain just sort-of draws attention to the weakness of the screws holding the door-handle in place, I reckon. At Grindon, Staffordshire.
May 15, 2011.
This is the reason why I don't like self portraits. I am the epitome of insecurity. I am the kind of person who is uncomfortable with seeing my own face in photographs. I believe in inner beauty as much as outer beauty which makes me even more susceptible to uncertainty. I struggle with accepting what I look like and who I am. Do you?
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