I am really dissapointed in deviantartYou will see no further photographic submissions from me (not that I'm all that great of a photographer in the first place).
It sucks it came to this.
Just saying.
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An OtherA contrast of methods or approach and intuit-ness: the difference between a man and woman to person and person, the difference of un-interrupted dreaming to the experience of awake ness, the difference of you and I,An Other
to him and me.
The dream disappeared, or was interrupted according
to state of being. The coffee shop setting re-arranged, spring fell into snow, and your picture hibernates in a box of leather with a snap button. Closed.
An other; he tells of a feeling, one faintly familiar to me, of ‘meant
by ~stardreamer
fALLEN aWAY tOWARDS eVERThe few and far between cannot seperate the space of the he's and she's in matter; of fact, the he's/she's/what's those? concluded to a passage in words meant to be 'it was nice to meet you' but actually became 'may i sit down,fALLEN aWAY tOWARDS eVER
(and stay for a 'spot of tea'). The beat divulged itself and
by ~stardreamer
Remnants, Ode to a Lover4.5 is a signifigant number for me; because 4.5 in this context equals one-thousand-fourty-two-point-five. That, my dear, is far too many years contracted by days consisting of long hours to have dwelled and dreamed of thee. Why is it? What is it? In gods name how is it possible I have exhausted this tired heart on a total of 51 days spent with thyself? I know not. I have loved you for very long. Everyday the narrations have repeated like a skipped album, "HoRemnants, Ode to a Lover
by ~stardreamer
Ode to a FatherI was average. Never so much wishing to surpass my parents, but moreso desiring to become them. In lament figures, one can say my father was a hero to me: a figure of imagined great skills of whom I was never short in words to brag on. As a child my father was the envy of others my age. Not only was this man of great stature MINE, but I was the spark of HIS eye.Ode to a Father
But a shift occured; this so-called 'mid-life crisis' is a normality for fourty year old men for whatever reason biologically, socially, or emotionally. But dad did it differently. Instead of going on a two-week excurtion and re-discovering his inner soul my father
by ~stardreamer
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Yesterday I thought of youYesterday I thought of you remembering the fun thingsYesterday I thought of you
that we used to do. I even thought of your smile and how we used to laugh while in each others arms, in love all the while.
I sent you a picture, A picture I knew you would love The faerie princess was an image like an angel sent from above. Her beauty aparent in the strokes of the brush Her lips were like yours, soft and lush.
You probably won't look at it though because you just want to forget I know how you feel about us all the pain and regret. But I need you to know tha
by ~lzrelak
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It's a shame you stopped doing photography, from the little I've seen of your work you had talent. Just goes to show, the internet takes such delicate things and rapes then violently... Good luck with your written work anyways <3
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If it's U I really...love U!!!..
i saw a picture ( i believe its yours) on 4chan of a pretty girl up close with a sunset/rise in the background and i think its beautiful.
if its yours, congrats.
if not, you should see it.
and yeah someone took the face and shopped it. badly.
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