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Photographer and Writer living and working in Baltimore. Twenty-something musings, life, cats, art... ya know.

prospect-euphoria:

sandflake:

I dearly wish that people would view their bodies as they view flowers…

Veins everywhere?

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gorgeous~

Skin patches? Birthmarks?

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hella rad~

Scars? Stretch marks?

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beautiful~

Freckles? Moles? Acne scars?

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heckie yeah~

Large? Curvy?

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lovely~

Small? Thin?

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charming~

Missing a few pieces?

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handsome as ever~

Feel like you just look weird?

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you’re fantastic looking~

THIS is the best post ever. 

(via unqualified-elitist)

rowhomelit:

This event is free! Tell your friends. BYOB. 
reading, open mic (open to all forms of verbal/musical talents) 
a lovely open studio space …. sure to be a night to remember! 

rowhomelit:

This event is free! Tell your friends. BYOB. 

reading, open mic (open to all forms of verbal/musical talents) 

a lovely open studio space …. sure to be a night to remember! 

meh, rambling, sketches

Brushing my teeth, wishing my lips were sore from kissing someone, wishing I could fall into someone as easily as I fell into you, being grateful that I can’t, it’s been a long time… 

Time spent alone has been cold water on a hot summer day, hot tea in the dead of winter, sweaty bodies under layers of blankets.

It is contrast.

It is magnificent.

It is mine. 

Alone. Magnificent. Me. 

Contrast like my favorite lipstick: dark against pale skin. 

I’ve been called a snowflake more times than I can remember while living in this city. 

I have had my heart broken twice. 

Funny, how people burst into your life: contrast. 

Red leaves against a grey sky. 

Exits are rarely as spectacular. 

His was. He burned bright till the end. Determined to ignite me as well. 

You just faded. A raindrop blurring into wet glass. 

I’m only writing about you because there is no other “you.” 

Not yet. 

Soon. 

Sore lips, red leaves, body heat trapped beneath blankets, 

Contrast.