So for my photography class our new assignment is on ‘Sensuality’ and all im thinking about is how awkward this is going to be to present for some people and I don’t even know what im going to present. Our teacher showed us some examples, and they were all nudity but not that porn stuff just real simple stuff. I don’t even want to do this assignment I only have one day to take 6 photos and meh I doubt im going to do it.
You could do something simple like woman in with bare shoulders (where is looks like they aren’t wearing a shirt) and just different expressions.
Sometimes it seems that i don’t have the skills to recollect The twists and turns of plots that took us from lovers to friends I’m thinking i should take that volume back up off the shelf And crack it’s weary spine and read to help remind myself
I do my best not to think about what happened on an almost daily basis. The good days are the days where you don’t cross my mind. I still don’t understand. I really just want to understand. You were the last person where it felt real and genuine. Three years is a long time to spend thinking about anything let alone a puzzle with so many pieces missing. There could have been something, something real. I know things fall apart and we were no different. Its just hard to ignore something that hangs in the back of your mind and constantly pokes your brain. I just want to know what happened, where it all went wrong. I want to be able to forget about it and finally move on. Is that too much to ask?
These books full of adventure and mystery and love and lessons. These books tell the story of my life as I’d like it to read. A reader would be so intrigued, it would be that book you can’t put down until the very last page and you immediately want to read it again. That book that was written way before your time but somehow knows you. It flows through your head just as easily as your own thoughts. It feels apart of you, you feel a apart of it. It encompasses you till the day you die.