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Just finished my roll. I will send it asap. Ciao

Flavio! yay! will finish mine this week. :)

~ a self portrait.

#selfportrait #soft #mirror

She finds a little sanctuary at the edge of his tongue.

As she comes closer, the bland tide grows deeper.

...so this must be what they call, the world.

#filmphotography

~ a mesonoxian whim

when the light has taken its one last breath

she comes alive from the right side of his noodle.

#filmphotography #halfframe #thoughts

"Isigaw mo sa hangin, tumindig at magsilbing...."

#tanduay #ricoblanco #manuellegarda #gabalipe #urbandub #wolfgang

~ wood. less.

#filmphotography #konicaminolta

Focus & Timing.

#manuellegarda #wartornlens #photography #t5 #wolfgang

Life has its own way of waking you up.

But unlike your regular mornings, though, the rich aroma of a white-hot coffee

ends up on your face.

#thoughts #filmphotography

In a river of attraction, women are currents. Men ~ fallen branches.

#filmphotography #halfframe #thoughts

Sometimes I'd like to believe that we are but trickles.

Flowing under the gravity of our destiny.

To merge is to ~ love.

#filmphotography #musing

bookmania

I saw a new world coming rapidly. More scientific, efficient, yes. More cures for the old sicknesses. Very good. But a harsh, cruel, world… and I saw a little girl, her eyes tightly closed, holding to her breast the old kind world, one that she knew in her heart could not remain, and she was holding it and pleading, never to let her go.

Kazuo Ishiguro, Never Let Me Go (via bookmania)

~ thoughts

#thoughts photography

~ Mind you. I am not my opinion. Words are like feathers waiting to take flight. The moment I create them is the moment I throw them in the air. It is beyond my control on how long it will exist or to where it will set down. If you keep them, good. If you don't, good. It doesn't make any difference after all. Until someone brings them to life,they are merely nothing.

But it's so fascinating how my words have perforated into her luscious skin, down to the dark side of her heart, and to the depths of her muted soul that she feels helpless nurturing her famished ego and starts to collect and devour sympathies from people whose O-scripts are wide open.

So fuck you and the man who fucks you.

Oh! Don't get me wrong.

That's just my opinion.

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