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Selfies.

This is me! It was kind of rough to set up the camera so that it would be focused correctly, then run over to my place after the timer started. I really need to invest in a remote for my camera! Anyways, I really put some editing skills to work here, and it may have been a bit much but I like the way they came out. 🙂

PS. I had a bunch of fly aways and baby hairs sticking out so that’s why my hand is always on my head… lolIMG_4682new IMG_4700newIMG_4712new IMG_4723new IMG_4749new IMG_4750new IMG_4760new

Mic.

This is Brandon, I pleaded with him several times for the chance to photograph him and he finally gave in. He’s very creative, intellectual, open-minded and hilarious. Quite a character if you ask me! I wanted to take these so I could practice and play with some editing tools that I’ve come across.

Look up his music if you get the chance, search Mic Maven on Soundcloud. 🙂  

IMG_4571new IMG_4573newIMG_4548newIMG_45211newIMG_4497newIMG_4547newIMG_4451newIMG_4346newTaken in July of 2014.

 

She.

Every time I thanked you for your compliments I meant,

I hate the way you feed the “she” in me.

 

Her mere existence tortures me because she believes appearance is everything.

 

She taught me to put myself on the market and beg to be purchased before my expiration date comes.

Many nights my guardian angel watched my mascara run.

I began to wonder “Is it even possible for me to be a man’s chosen one?”

 

She has been there the whole time beneath my skin.

She has been in my thoughts since the sandbox,

She shortened my breaths so my stomach would not e-e-expand too much,

She hated the way my thighs touched, and yet she would never leave me.

All she wanted was for me to be every man’s “pretty.”

 

But I was a beauty turning into a Beast.

 

I’m full of compromises and broken promises.

I’ve been beating myself up from the inside out. Vanity in my veins.

 

My faith had been shaken by bad cholesterol perceptions that caused me to have a spiritual heart-attack.

 

None of my prayer recitations could resuscitate my frozen heart.

But a wise snowman once told me that an act true love could thaw a frozen heart.—–

So I introduced myself to every available man with a kiss, hoping that he would be the one.

 

I was Judas. —-

 

Although I did not kiss the face of the Lord, I betrayed him with one.

 

I had forgotten who I belonged to. ——-
It was a test of the flesh and I was too busy trying to cover up my imperfections.