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thank you to all my wonderful flickr friends who supported me yesterday and today. the picture of mine illegally uploaded has now been deleted. *party*
"she thought that love was gonna save her, but love just never showed."
eight is my favourite number.
i use these quotes all the time but c'mon i just love them.
splashed fake blood all around my grandma's bathroom while no one was in and then had to clean it all up afterwards.
didn't turn out anywhere near how i imagined but oh well.
..how much you loved, how gently you lived, and how gracefully you let go of things not meant for you"..
Buddah
"'Go on' I whisper as I unfold my hands towards the open sky. A single fuck escapes from my fingers, soaring gracefully into the cool air. "You're free now." I say. My last fuck has gone."
-anonymous
antes de tudo, não me inspirei em NINGUÉM. nem era pra ter tantas versões, eu que fui mudando as cores e talz e gostei dessas...
pode não parecer, mas deu um certo trabalho fazer isso... fui colocando detalhes pequenos mas que faziam toda a diferença.
This Wild River Reflection is dedicated to Joy (Joy C.) who wrote a so beautiful testimonial for me…!!!
We’d just to learn to let go if we want to be the master of the Strength …!!!
Inspired by LAO TSEU
~ Frou Frou, Let Go
HBW!
The Lyrics of this song fit my life right now. I don't feel like explaining it all to you right now. It gets to be a little to personal for internet viewers. But let's just say I think of this song and thinkn of myself saying the lyrics to someone else in my life.
I'm not sure if I portrayed my vulnerability enough in these pictures, but I tried,
Please be kind and respectful. At the same time tell me what you really think!
Another chapter from The Bird’s Story.
Barefoot, wind in her hair — she lets her high heels fall, one step closer to who she really is.
Freedom is never graceful at first — it starts with a quiet rebellion and bare feet.
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Ещё одна глава The Bird’s Story.
Босиком, с ветром в волосах — она отпускает свои каблуки, на шаг ближе к тому, кто она есть на самом деле.
Свобода никогда не бывает изящной с первого шага — она начинается с тихого бунта и босых ног.
Producer: @abramova_sa
Production: @abramova.team
Idea&style: @abramova_sa @daria.shess
Photographer: J. Fox @ifim8
Model: @daria.shess
Video: @elena.skaldina
Muah: @great_jane_
Back photographer: @katevisually
Skirt: @za_za_fashion
Jacket: @lenalitvinova1
Studio: @station_studio
Light: @chetskiyvadim
Part of the 52 Weeks of 2018
Week 19
Theme: Hands
All the recent talk of data breaches, the Facebook/Cambridge Analytica scandel and GDPR legislation have lead to lots of thoughts about how much data we have out there and who has access to it. So I thought I'd create a photographic representation of this.
Giving over your data, releasing it to the cloud, loosing your grip on it.
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Editorial " Dear Sister."
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So. Story time. This car is really old. Like...a 1963 or something. And we're kinda working on it/letting it rot in our yard. The insides are all torn up. What Colette didn't realize? There are no handles on the inside of this vehicle. So. I hit the self timer, ran in, shut the door, *click*, goes to open door again, SHIT. Luckily I had my phone in my pocket. I ALMOST left it in the house. So I had to call three of my friends before one finally answered and she had to come rescue me.
So that's the thrilling story behind this photo.
It took me almost two hours to get this shot. Using self timer to freeze movement can be such a tricky thing.