anyways, i still love you guys.


They walked alongThey walked along, arms brushing awkwardly like teenage lovers arms generally do. When she dared to dart a glance over, she caught the end movement of Js glance darting away. Shyly, she ventured to risk an unsteady hand over to bridge the gap between them.They walked along
The sun blazed its last as they walked, infusing the people and places with a honey color that gradually began to darken and cool out with indigo and amethyst undertones.
Looking around, she saw couples with arms around each other, locking lips. Combined with the sunset and the beach songs emanating from vendors stereos, the scene was nauseatingly rom


The quick rushThe quick rush associated with a cup of coffee was beginning to affect her and, with her already agitated state, small nervous tics were immerging. Her feet swung under the table, connecting with the chair legs with a low thunk. She drummed her fingers on the tabletop. She chewed viciously on her lower lip.The quick rush
Waiting was not her strong point. Impatient to the core, it wasnt so much that she hated waiting, but that she hated being strung along without knowledge. The caffeine pumping through her body only heightened her edginess.
She pulled out her cell phone and jabbed at the side buttons, illuminating the date a


It was thenIt was then that she began to see a pattern.It was then
Two fingers of her left hand held a smoldering cigarette, the smoke of which was made to waft sporadically due to the trembling of her hand. Smoke tendrils snaked into the night air, twisting momentarily among the bright spots of stars and then lost themselves between atoms of hydrogen and nitrogen. She was lost, too, but between the possibilities spinning inside her mind.
She was getting in too deep, too quickly. Just barely old enough for the legal consumption of the cigarette she held, how could she begin to fathom the idea of love.
The pattern she saw was
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Commission info [link]
Are you going to upload more of your photos?
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The brain was billions of years or more in the making. Each one is a unique make and model. What will you do with yours?
i probably will, but i mainly use flickr for them
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The brain was billions of years or more in the making. Each one is a unique make and model. What will you do with yours?
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"You don't know how long I've been,
Watching the lantern dim,
Starved of oxygen,
So give me your hand,
And let's jump out the window."
-The Shins
<3
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"All that we are is a result of what we have thought. The mind is everything. What we think we become." -Buddha
"War, that's my skills spelled backwards." -Jeru the Damaja (A real rapper and poet)
Hopefully I'll draw more things in the future that are worth appreciating. :3
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