Cornify LAPOOR
June 19, 2009
i don’t like when my friends say he’s awkward or she’s really not that cool… we’re all trying as hard as we can
i i i i i i i i i feel bad for always saying i…
i can’t stop singing ask me ask me ask me
i think i am the most confused photographer of them all : )
i am so excited for/dreading tomorrow
caravans:

FEB 2008
my tortoise friend at the hotel in the gambia
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caravans:

FEB 2008

my tortoise friend at the hotel in the gambia

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caravans:

AUG 2008
rachel in edinburgh
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caravans:

AUG 2008

rachel in edinburgh

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last night i dreamt that somebody loved me. no hope. no harm. just another false alarm.
the smiths
website wise i feel so lost… everyone else is so well situated… in their photography… in everything. when i see my photos side by side on a website it makes my insides hurt. it’s been like this for years… i’ve gotten nowhere. i don’t know what to do…

projects to work on:

  • stuff project
  • magazine
  • david
  • secret project
  • website
  • prints
  • photo sketch/photos
  • list
  • an
by elle (love your new website)
by elle (love your new website)
aaaartstar:

(via astronomie)
I MUST SEE THIS FILM

yeah, you must. (away we go)

aaaartstar:

(via astronomie)

I MUST SEE THIS FILM

yeah, you must. (away we go)

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the boy with the thorn in his side- the smiths
photos that people take of someone when the two are in love romantically are so wonderful. the three photos i just posted show such intimate, real moments that convey such trust, understanding, and comfort between the photographer and the subject… looking at them makes my heart melt because i can’t imagine being in such a situation, but the human side of me longs and aches for it. i remember being in love, for me it has always been unrequited, but each time i have been too afraid to express my feelings in any way, even in a photograph. someday it might be nice to do that… right now i have to look at other people’s expressions and use them as substitutions for something i don’t have. just a way to fill in holes in my heart. i don’t know… i’ve just started thinking about this topic, but i’d like to research it and maybe write some more…