Decondition your self, decondition your mind, your ideals your morals your beliefs your ‘wants’ your ‘needs’ and your conceptions of sex in both physical and gender norms. Stop following the masses and wake up! This isn’t a portrayal of a human, or of sex, or of a nude, or of a female. Strip yourself of what makes your normal and reconstruct your identity. We are at an age of awakening and its about time we start acting like it.
la-tasha asked: You and your friend Sunny have really inspired me. I'm in school for film but I will be transferring to a new school and changing my major to photography. You both have inspired me to be more comfortable in my skin and to explore both fields that I love. Thank you.
I cant explain the pleasure it brings my heart to see this. We have to continue to prevail as female artist and I’m glad your daring nature is bringing you explore as many fields as your heart desires. Stay true and beautiful! I’d love to see your progress.
It was a pleasure to have shot the lovely Shay, Email firstname.lastname@example.org for shoot inquires.
solomonisland asked: your double exposures are reallly good, show me ur wayz lol. i like ur photo website its really dope!
Thanks. See your camera, grab it, and treat it like a puzzle. You got that final image in your head, now tirelessly labor for it.
Your keeping me up. Your keeping me up. This bed, this room, this empty closet theses seemingly desolate rooms with out you, they’re keeping me up. Your tooth brush your hair products, they’re keeping me up. The sent on the scarf you washed with your detergent, its keeping me up. My desk bare of your paint brushes, its keeping me up. Imagining you laying on my floor, pouting, yelling, laughing, cursing me to hell, and telling me you love me, its keeping me up. The books gone from my shelf, its keeping me up. You couldn’t leave the books, it broke my heart twice over to watch you grab that book. I felt at that moment stripped of you and any intent you had to possibly enlighten me. I lay to rest a dance with a long gone you, and a me still here. You tear and mumble I was your only source of happiness… well hey, the feelings utterly mutual. So I’m staying up.
Here’s a toast to the after hours rambunctious acts of sister and I.
I wrote a poem 2 years back titled sunshine and moonlight. Since then Our bond has been indisputable. You define sun flower, as I watched you blossom in both art and love as well as a vital means to my well being. To similarities in our stomach aching humor and vivid dreams of where we will some day be, you have been the treasurer of my most intimate thoughts and debilitating secrets but you look on with love and lack judgement. You have found a balance sunflower. You wont let anyone rip that of you, and that I admire most. So continue to shine and blossom, hold true to your name and surpass the dreams you’ve made feasible. We are worth the universe.
Allow me to catch your eye to aesthetics in a a way unfamiliar to your Norms.
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