•can i have future memories too?•

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•can i have future memories too?•
Thanksgiving Break, 1988, my freshman year of high school, I celebrated and studied this album, while on holiday from school. Every Thanksgiving since, I always look back and am thankful for that week, when a wide eyed 14 year old kid, discovered something fun that would change his life forever.
In my teenage years, my friend Dan and I use to order bootleg KISS Tapes from Peter Arquette and Frank Carligo. Our favorite, and most cherished VHS was the 1979 DYNASTY LARGO Show. Around this same time, we would spend most every evening, playing guitar and drums, hoping to form a band. Watching this concert today, and recalling the Paul Stanley (mishap) during “Move One”, it dawned on me, this video in a way helped us learn the craft. No matter the mess up. No matter the goof. Play it off. Never let them see you sweat
Portrait mood #portrait #nemories #portraitphotography #portrait_vision #portrait_mood #ristwatch #beard #bearded #beards #blackandwhite #blackandwhitephotography #profimaxstudio #arilje #serbia #model #models (at Profi Max Studio) https://www.instagram.com/p/BuL6exjHLRV/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=n6j6wwzvuwld
🗣 Berbulan paling luar biasa dalam sejarah sudah usai. Tanpa kesah tanpa prasangka tanpa menyalahkan Allah Ia mengajariku sebenarnya sabar itu tanpa batas Kelak terucap tanpa bisa kau tahan cerminan kalbu diksi-diksi yang biasa kau lontarkan • Lantas.. akan bagaimana akhir hayat kita? • #graduation #boarding #highschool #nemories #bandung #friendship #keluargalima #angkatanlima #famsfive #sdqi #daarulquran (at Bandung)
Noiz actually cared so much like wtf. He played it cool but all he did was tread carefully under the blaring lights. Tried to get ppl to stay away with the words and dress and attitude, but underneath he was always trying to make sure people were happy, were comfortable. He wasn't very good at it BC of his condition and upbringing, but after I scooped his ass out of the oval tower, he got better. Softer. Kinder. He knew I'd seen his heart and instead of locking it away, he let it go. (though, the fucker DID disappear for months without notice.) his way of recovering, of deciding if he could handle me, handle clear, handle people loving him. But, in the end he came back and tried harder than ever.