Gpoy (from a distance)
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So if I die
Know that these were my last words to you, “I love you. No matter what happens. Always.”
I find that my greatest sin to writing has been the misconception that my life is worth writing about, even more reading about.
Underwater Ink Photography by Alberto Seveso
Seveso’s silky plumes of technicolored magma that seems to flow up from vents in the ocean has a slightly more mundane explanation: the artist drops different colored inks into water and captures the velvety aftermath, though the results are just as stimulating.
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Summer
So summer has fast approached and landed in my universe, and I sure as hell do not know what to do with it. My mother has planned a trip to Japan which is smacked down in the middle of my vacation, and it is quite hard to build a productive summer around this. Still looking at the bright side though. 2 more weeks to kill before I ride on an airplane. Have I told you my plans?
1. Get ears pierced (yes, I am 19 and I have no holes in my ears)
2. Learn how to drive
3. Finish my movie list
4. Make a blog (rather, get this blog out there.)
5. Make a magazine with my friends (oh dreams of becoming a fashion editor, wherefore art thou?)
6. Make a business (just something professional)
I’ll figure out the rest later. One can never plan for an entire summer anyway.
Have a fun one you guys!
I stared at his leather shoes walking against the cold rough road, slowly moving my gaze to his face. Watching his outstretched arm as we crossed the street full of bustling cars, I felt safe. It felt as if I had a man to protect me, and I just wanted to hug him close to show that he was exactly what I wanted at that moment. I walked closely after him as he continued to cross the street to the parking lot. He was swinging the car keys with his fingers. We would make a good couple, our clothes matched right now, I thought. He, the boss, and I his wife. Lovely. I don’t know what it was about him, he was just extremely…well, hot in a suit. Especially when he’d fix his glasses, he looked like Joseph Gordon Levitt in Inception. Very smart. And what a turn-on was that.
“You can never be with him. He’d never look at you in that way, you’re barely friends. You’re practically just an employee. You can’t even imagine what you’d talk about, what he’d like in you, what would possibly get him to fall in love with you. Silly girl with your delusions,” said I.
“Is it so wrong to watch what could have been? What could be?” said me.
“It is, your heart is broken enough, try to keep it together or you might as well be committing a slow suicide my dear,” replied I with a very sly voice. I couldn’t disagree with that.
“Are you ok?” he asks.
and everything fades away for a moment. I look at him, he looks at me.
“Yes, I’m fine.”
Just like that, the road to that love story was demolished. Never again.
Great job, A. Another complete year of him being your boss and you decide to like him now? You’re so smart.
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