Sometimes it's hard not to hate someone.
You want to let it be,
and you know there is so much love inside you,
and still you feel the loathing take over.
I don't want to be that person.
I so do miss my photo school times. I'd love to spend my days in the darkroom developing photos and smelling vinegar, listening to the jazz in the red light..
(C)amf8
These photos are from the first day this new year thou.
'It was much pleasanter at home,' thought poor Alice, 'when one wasn't always growing larger and smaller, and being ordered about by mice and rabbits. I almost wish I hadn't gone down that rabbit-hole — and yet — and yet — it's rather curious, you know, this sort of life! I do wonder what can have happened to me! When I used to read fairy-tales, I fancied that kind of thing never happened, and now here I am in the middle of one! There ought to be a book written about me, that there ought! And when I grow up, I'll write one.'