i actually have a fashion taste that is completly different from what i actually wear but i dont have enough confidence to wear what i really want to wear
my photography deadline was today and here are 3 of my final pieces !
I was playing Minecraft, and I decided to go north with no materials other than the items i already had in pockets. For two REAL days I have spent my time going nothing but north. I eventually reached an ocean and I jumped in and swam…and swam… I was running out of food and just as i was about to give up and drown myself, i stumbled upon the most amazing thing i have ever seen. An island of 1 block sticking out of the ocean with a red rose resting on top. Against all odds, that one rose grew on that one block. This has given me hope, and i must believe that against all odds, I too can live on. I must keep going.
that was the most inspiring thing i’ve ever read
I was going through some of my thumb drives that i have collecting in a shoebox and found more of my London street shots. I actually have no memories attached to these captures, i think i just lifted up my camera and shot something while i was looking around elsewhere in awe.
well I’ve just spent 12 hours working on my science fair project and 5 of those were spent watching an interesting show about the life of inmates in the background.
i do believe i’m going insane but hey at least i learned stuff and am now even more terrified of prisons/sad for the lives of inmates/fascinated by how different their life is and the way the live/the things they do.
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