"This is just what human beings do-
Bridget. Reader, writer. Most of my time is spent trashed or in reflective thought.
When people mumble something unintelligible and you ask them to repeat themselves, and they do so without any further enunciation, so you’re like WUT and they’re like NEVER MIND and you feel like a retard though it wasn’t your fault in the first place
(via whatannoysus)
Every day. Every day.
3 years ago • 49 notesWhen your stomach is making lots of ridiculously loud and constant noise and people look at you concernedly, because you must be one or both of the two: starving or having explosive diarrhea.
(via whatannoysus)
This is my life. Just today, I was sitting in a lecture and my stomach made the most menacing sound I’ve ever heard. I think the guy in front of me thought I growled.
3 years ago • 30 notes
At the heart, this is the kind of photographer I am. I am not a purist.3 years ago • Notes
Why try to change what I am, especially if I like what I’m doing?
Fire.
You walked through my fire. And you didn’t complain, not even once. Not when your feet became completely engulfed, obsolete. Not when I scorched your hair and singed your clothing, or when my heat made your skin shimmer with sweat, melt. Not when my rage striped you naked, left you exposed and melting. No, you stayed all the way through, until you were reduced to ashes, so small and insignificant that even a gentle breeze would throw you, thrash you, crush you against walls of concrete, lumps of metal. Until you were in enough pieces that I could give each part of me to a part of you. Until each fragment of my being had someone, so that it would never be alone. So that we, we were one whole being, rather that the million tiny bits of shrapnel that the world had made us.
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