Brightness (see TWs)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 intoBrightness (see TWs) by IAmAnaDotCom
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...
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