Wyndsor Richardson's Blog

What I write is simply what I believe I should tell- let it be stories for entertainment, or my personal views. With photography, I capture what I think is appealing. All of the photos and writings you see among this page belong to me, unless stated otherwise.

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Nostalgic Outfit You Got On

02-25-17

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My Room August 19, 2016

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Amorous 

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Missouri Valley, Iowa

Summer of 2016

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Freckles & Pupils Under a Blacklight

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Downtown Phoenix Art Museum & town

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Selfies 06*14*2016

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Sedona, Arizona

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Sedona, Arizona

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The Desert Sky (Chandler, Arizona)

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Opuntia santa-ria (Santa Ria Prickly Pear) & an unidentified weed-like plant

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Imperial Beach, California

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Imperial Beach, California

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Navy Ceremony on an aircraft carrier near Coronado, California

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Near Coronado, California 

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I know this is like the crappiest quality of a picture but Keith: you won't be forgotten. 😌

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my front

It's so weird because I feel so weak when it's happening, but when someone does anything to help, I push them away and prevent them from helping me. Do I like to seem tough? Does it make me seem full of shit? Why am I constantly pushing people away. I act so tough but I'm really just scared of being helped. Maybe I'm scared of getting into trouble. That fear will always be there no matter where I am in my life. My own actions have scarred me.