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Write off after this accident

Write + Cancel + Rewrite your feelings on your booch!

Here my new brooches, handmade with plastic.

Coming soon!

Olympus E-500 con Soligor OM 75-250@75mm in macro 1:1,8 f/11 1/160" Flash da studio con bank.

(Italy, mental hospital)

Belle and Sebastian - Write About Love

I bought a new camera. Now, I need to work harder and actually use it.

 

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Just a quick snapshot at work.

I want to write something wonderful. I want to write something that is both eloquent and emotional, intelligent and intriguing. I want to say something that goes so well with this photo that it's evident I wrote it myself. But see, that's the problem. I pretty much want to write so people can say "Wow, that's beautiful writing, Sarah" but what will I gain from that? A few moments of pride aren't worth writing something half-assed.

 

I get so caught up in other people sometimes. I want to please people. I want to make people like me. I want to show them how cool I can be. But when it comes down to it, I don't care whatever the heck people say about me. I've had enough of that. To an extent, I really have never cared, but that doesn't mean getting compliments doesn't make me feel good.

 

I just need to get out of doing things to please people. I've been doing much, much better lately, like this past year (dang, this year has been the year I've changed the most), but I could do better. It's as if I have 2.6134% of my insecurity left, and I just need to quell it. I don't need it.

 

God loves me. I love Him. He's given me so much and I am so thankful. That's all that matters. And the first thing that came to me when captioning this photo was what is above, because it's true. God's light is visible through more than just my eyes. His warmth is felt in my heart.

 

I don't care if this is relevant to the photo or not. I don't care if people like it or not. I want to write because I want to write. That's all. I hope that wasn't rude. I'm just tired, haha.

 

Day 67. I adore spring with every fiber of my being.

In support of To Write Love On Her Arms. Check them out: www.twloha.com Having struggled with self-injury myself, this is a stark reminder that I am worth more than that. I hope it inspires you too.

This ones for Neasy, Gebes, Storm, Subs and Toms...............

Love it when i see some of my blank eggshells being used!

from sketchrat and bobwillreign

Rutledge Lane, Melbourne, just off the famed Hosier Lane which attracts many visitors with its street art and formerly adorned a Banksy work titled Parachuting Rat.

Always write angry letters to your enemies. Never mail them.

James Fallows

 

Scrivete sempre lettere arrabbiate ai vostri nemici. Non speditele mai.

James Fallows

About 20years ago this former Devon Iveco minibus was on transfer to the North West for conversion into a mobile engineering workshop.

Whilst on the second leg of it's journey from Hyde Road the bus fell victim to an engine fire.

The bus is pictured here at the compound at Ackhurst Industrial Estate, Chorley.

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