i'm still going through a lot. there are many things that i think i should but don't have the guts. maybe this uncertainty will fuel some good stories.
--Anna.


box of promises.i ran my hand over the smooth surface of the box.box of promises.
"Be strong," I whispered to myself. "Be strong."
I lifted the lid and knew at that moment that I wasn't prepared for what I thought I was prepared for. This box held everything he'd ever given to me. The notes, the dried flowers, the random cute things that always cheered me up. The engagement ring. I looked past everything and picked it up. I slid it onto my ring finger. It still fit. But, even scarier than that, it still felt right. It still felt like this is what I was destined to wear. But he changed all of that. That day in November, when t


hushabye.Bright summer sunlight flooded the house on a quiet Sunday afternoon. They sat in the living room, she tight in his arms. His bright red hair glistened in the light. Her face was buried in his chest, his face into her hair. He strokes her hair gently and whispered, "Shh, hushabye." He whispers to her, "I almost stayed because of you." He pulls her closer as her sobs become harder to control. They'd loved. And were still in love. But he'd lost all interest in his life. They'd made a silly pact when they were younger that when when one decided it was time for them to go, the other wanted to go with. Now she was finding thhushabye.
| i'm anna. i'm seventeen. and i'm a mess. there's really no way for me to explain myself; you'd just have to get to know me. my favorite things in the world would be Slipknot, photography, Mountain Dew and marching band. i'm a big fan of more macabre-ish pictures. there's something fascinating about love. and death. and how the two always seem to tangle themselves together. i'm not vain; i'm just my only subject to shoot at the moment. so, all of the photographs of myself is not an ego-trip, i promise. i find beauty in the oddest things. stuff that is terribly ugly to you may be the most beautiful thing on the planet to me. it makes my day to see that someone has favorite-d or commented on one of my pieces. or added me to their watch. my iPod is like my baby. it never leaves my side. my life would be unbearable without music. |
Sorry, I'm kind of slow.
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Everyone deserves love and respect.
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no era ni mas ni menos que Bob
"it was none other than Bob"
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The dream was always running ahead of me. To catch up, to live for a moment in unison with it, that was the miracle. (Anais Nin)
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OMG!!! Guess what?!!! I KNOW THE MUFFIN MAN!!!!
Do you know the muffin man??!!
Thank you.
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"bury all your secrets in my skin."
--Snuff, Slipknot
the same to you ^_^
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"bury all your secrets in my skin."
--Snuff, Slipknot
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