a studio of sortswhen placed into the eye of nothing but negative and positive shapes, you are a simple being of elegant curves with break from the output of your bones. the bend between your neck and shoulder creates a dynamic expression of form that please every eye, but graces only mine. in the late night hour sin the late night light, you are illuminated by the pale light against your gentle skin, a typical allusion, yet so easily found in the glory of your presence. the beauty of shape is exemplified by your body, your being. i find you the most intriguing.a studio of sorts
if you were a form project, i'd put one of those neon red post its on you.
ConstructBuild me hope And place it on the mantel And I’ll tell you What tangible creations Mean to meConstruct
I want to see Every emotion Built Into something more Than just empty feelings
I’m tired Of pretending love Is a source Of beauty
I’m tired Of fearing fear And hatred For it’s ugliness
When I cant see it
I want to touch these feelings To know What exists Inside us Because I cant see I can’t feel It inside me Anymore.
can't you hear me knockin?
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my sister's name is rita like the hurricane
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to see my mansion and me swimming in our pool
[link] to show your love for me
it's new
is that rion in your favorites picture?
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Never Let Anyone Dim the Light that is Within You
-sara-
we should go shooting sometime if you want.
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Now launching prints for online order!
check out my store!!
store
For my portfolio go to:
Portfolio
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l'oiseau et le coquelicot.
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I'm new at DA, come check out my work and give me some feedback if you have some time ^_^
we should hang or something, seeing as i'm not too far.
maybe grab a bite at red pepper?
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You never see the bullet, never hear the shot, because as it tears through
your head and the jacket splits and the core blows the remains out the back,
the sound is still a few feet from your ears.
i actually live up in fairfield.
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You never see the bullet, never hear the shot, because as it tears through
your head and the jacket splits and the core blows the remains out the back,
the sound is still a few feet from your ears.
seems as if there's no one nearby when i'm looking for likemindedness, and then as soon as i give up, there it is.
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You never see the bullet, never hear the shot, because as it tears through
your head and the jacket splits and the core blows the remains out the back,
the sound is still a few feet from your ears.
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*RH.IKARU
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