Just wrapped up post production from my first ever model shoot. Tons of fun and great practice for portrait style photography
I’d love to do a photo series to Caro Emerald’s song Black Valentine. A lot of music puts images in my head. Certain lyrics just brings out a world to me. And while I learn photography, I wanna try to make this a reality.
https://youtu.be/_2qhVZ-3E7o.
Next Thursday the 25th will be my first official photo shoot gig ever. Though I’ve done a lot already on my own, this is the first time anyone outside my circle who’s heard of me and seen some of my work on FB actually reached out to hire me. Pretty cool 😊
I’ve been doing good. Really good. Alcohol is my poison though I’ve done nearly everything else. But drinking was always my fire. It took a long time and a lot of loss and endless pain to finally hit bottom. And I hate myself for everything I’ve done. I don’t go to meetings or support groups. I don’t have tokens or pins or certificates. Not knocking...
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khachery:
Wow
matthorror:
@khachery thank you 🖤 I’ll post the link to he vid here https://youtu.be/mrbTh0mnDMs
My subscription ran out. Even though things are strained for so many of us during COVID-19 there’s no way I’m going through this without SGs to give me something to smile at. I’ll be here for another year fuckers 😁
I always have. But it hasn't always been there. She was new to the hood. She was vulnerable. She was on hard guard though. I wanted her. She let me in. So I guarded her even more. But young love is only just. It's young and burns fast like the morning fog after a storm till it's gone. Like the clockwork storms though, she came...
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I can’t help but to feel that sometimes maybe I should be alone. I’ve witnessed my parents die alone. Maybe it’s in the writing after all? I wonder on how well I could survive in solitude. I don’t believe in destiny but for lack of a better word, maybe it is? I imagine streams and trees. I imagine harsh cold and heat. I imagine hearing...
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You've found comfort in His World
You were guided and consoled
Given a purpose in His World
You were created and complete
Everything you were taught to want
Nothing could compete
Then emptiness came and consumed
Something so complete now hollow with wound
Head to toe you bleed
Yerning for relief, any reason to compete
Searching through song and poem and arts and praise
but...
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In the summer’s light we all gathered around. Same small talk, same unwanted conversations from people we don’t want to call family. Same lunch line forming for the grill. Everything’s the same like everything before. Mundane and a bore. Until she finally showed up. The friend of a friend’s relative you’ve made multiple eye contact with and as much small talk as unwanted rumors could...
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