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This is, in my opinion, absolutely gorgeous. You captured the horse's movement with perfection and the picture's stillness is contraste...

This is pretty much perfect. The colours are strong, but contrasting in a very soft way, giving me the feeling that this is an old pain...


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Greetings, humans.
As you can probably see, I love photography. I am no professional and I'm aware most of my pictures are kind of meh, but I really like what I (try to) do, so I don't plan on stopping it. [Update: I kind of did, but don't tell anyone.] I also [used to] love writing...
I really appreciate that you're visiting my page and if you've ever favourited my work or given me a llama, know that I am very thankful, and if I didn't leave a comment on your page it's because I don't want to spam you.
Socialisation is welcome, though it might take me months to answer, because, as anyone can see, I don't come here that often anymore.

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It starts as dull, white noise seeping through the general fog that is my brain, but soon enough the voices become too loud, too big an inconvenience to simply ignore and my eyes gradually shift and focus on the bright colours coming from the far too bright television. I have to blink twice, thrice before actually starting to make out the shapes of characters I barely recognise from some indistinct show, soon having to avert my eyes from the excessive light, looking at the slightly crushed can my sweaty palms are wrapped around, poorly balanced over my crossed legs.  I blink again and sigh, taking a small sip, my mind barely registering the foul, saccharine taste of Coke. I would have –should have – screwed my nose, posed some resistance to this semi-conscious movement. I raise the can to my lips again and gulp the syrupy liquid until there is none left, immediately proceeding to fiddle with the thin metal container, digging the inside of my thumb’s knuckle into the thin layer of aluminium and smoothing my pad over the resulting dent. I repeat the process. An indentation, a caress. An indentation, a caress. A dozen times, until the red plate is a land full of valleys and sharp hills and I feel multiple tiny little cuts stinging, warning me I should be more careful, avoid actually breaking the thin metal skin. I ignore them and wrap my hand around the uneven surface, crushing it slowly. A sharp point digs into my palm; I release the can and it hits the floor with a loud, unpleasant clank, not yet silenced by gravity’s toll as it clinks against other equally damaged Coke tins. I lean back against the dusty couch and touch the newest cut, spreading blood all over the soft skin of my right palm.

I feel like throwing a Coke can at the television in protest to its interruption of my uncomfortable quietude, but none are within arm’s reach. I stare at the offensive light, fume if only half-heartedly at the noisy nuisance. My shoulders seem to crumble under the weight of breathing and soon my arms dangle in front of my body, pulling me forward. I let my torso slide to the side and lie down uncomfortably, my arms hanging at an awkward angle. My eyelids close on their own accord and it feels like blinking, but I sleep. And wake up. And blink sleep again.

Behind my eyelids, there’s an alternate reality. Multiple ones. Four, to be precise. Sometimes there are bright patches of time, sometimes there are indistinct voices, but in one of them, the last one, amidst the confusion, your face becomes clear and there’s a smile glued to it. It doesn’t reach your eyes, it doesn’t warm my heart: it seems to freeze the world around it instead. And as you turn away and run towards a bright patch that vaguely resembles flames, I hear you say “Watch me, just watch me” and I wake up gasping. My throat is suddenly dry and it feels like I’ve screamed for hours, except there’s no sound coming from my vocal cords, there’s just a bright, noisy television, a dark room filled with thick air and a crushing fear wrapping around my chest. You were never that cold. And it scares me to see you be.
Brightness (see TWs)
Trigger warning for blood and very, very light (pretty much non-intentional) cutting.

Inspired by the poem Straw House, Straw Dog by Richard Siken.


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Do I love myself for disappearing for over a whole year? Yes, I fucking do. (No, I don't, I'm such a little shit. How do I even manage to disappear this often from pretty much every situation at some point in my life?)
I'm just kinda bored - why do I keep lying, I'm supposed to be sleeping, but I don't feel like it and I'm a rebel [sarcasm intended], so I'm blogging about nothing.

On another note, I'm currently rereading most of my old writings. Some of them are actually kind of good. I'm also considering going back to writing, since I found some incomplete work on my old phone and realised it has some potential. Except it involves smut. And I fail at smut for obvious reasons. But let's be honest here, I'm shit at finishing stuff, so I'll probably just abandon those projects at some point, just like I abandoned that 20-page-long (no exaggeration) list of ideas for fanfics.

Also, rainbows, protests, Johnlock and winter: I like these shits. Well, not the destruction that comes with protests, but, you know.

When did I start saying shit so often?
  • Mood: Shame
  • Listening to: Foals - Inhaler/Spanish Sahara
  • Reading: Fanfics? I really like Johnlock fanfics.

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amarouq2 Featured By Owner Jul 2, 2014
Thanks for the fave!
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basia944 Featured By Owner Aug 2, 2013
Thank you for the Fav! :)
Great gallery!
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DehPiccini Featured By Owner Jul 8, 2013
Ol :D Obrigada pelo favorito! :) Muito boa sua galeria! *-*
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Riphath Featured By Owner Jul 7, 2013  Hobbyist Photographer
:la::+fav:Thanks for the Fav!:+fav::la:
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Queenmellybee Featured By Owner Jun 21, 2013  Hobbyist Photographer
Thanks for the Fav of my Werewolf
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