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just let it go

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“A certain type of perfection can only be realized through a limitless accumulation of the imperfect.”

#yn young #Black and White #photography #imperfections

#Hands #Photography #Smoke #yn young

An Illustration of Your Hands

#Moony #hands #graphic design

#Lux #hands #illustration

If the olive trees knew the hands that planted them

Their oil would become tears

#heavy limbs #hands #watercolor #art #illustration

touched

#cinereo #hands #black and white

I'd be lying if I said I wouldn't want these scars off of my skin. I look at the mirror each day and I always think of a seesaw with insecurity and acceptance on each end, and they're never parallel.

But you have seen me at my rawest, at my most vulnerable, at times when all my scars are exposed, and with you, with all these things you do, with the way you overlook my imperfections, these scars possibly make me feel even more loved than a flawless being. These scars fade when you hold me, darling.

#Moony #imperfections #photography #black and white

How you brimmed with imperfections is better than everyone's monotonies.

#Lux #photography #imperfections

You have always worn your flaws upon your sleeve And I have always buried them deep beneath the ground

#cinereo #Imperfections #flaws #bastille #portrait #polaroid

"I don't want to see anyone. I lie in the bedroom with the curtains drawn and nothingness washing over me like a sluggish wave. Whatever is happening to me is my own fault. I have done something wrong, something so huge I can't even see it, something that's drowning me. I am inadequate and stupid, without worth. I might as well be dead."

#Photography #b/w photography #Black and white #yn young #curtains

"Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing, Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortals ever dared to dream before; But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token, And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, "Lenore?" This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, "Lenore!" — Merely this, and nothing more. Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning, Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before. Surely," said I, "surely that is something at my window lattice: Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore — Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore; — 'Tis the wind and nothing more."

- Edgar Allan Poe (The Raven)

#Black and White #Photography #yn young #B/W #curtains

#curtains #heavy limbs #illustration #art #pencil

He drew the curtains

To let the moonlight in

And see more than her faint outlines in the dark

#Moony #illustration #curtains #poetry #comic

It was the first time you took me to the Opera.

The whole affair was silly, really. Your dad got the tickets from his boss, you said, but he isn't fond of singing and acting so he gave them to you instead. They were for the gala night so we agreed to dress up. You wore the sports coat you used during prom and I secretly borrowed a lace dress I found in the deepest corner of my mother’s closet.

It was raining that day. We had to share an umbrella and we ran with our formal clothes from our school gymnasium – where we changed, past the 6 PM traffic and to the Opera house near the boulevard where you live.

When we got to the theater, it was obvious that we were among the very few – if not the only – unsupervised teenagers there. All the others were bourgeoisie – wealthy families with their whole posse, gentlemen wearing suits, elderly women with more jewelries than I can afford. We laughed about it and I began calling you “Monsieur” and whenever I ask you something, you will respond with “Oui.” or “Non.” We acted like husband-and-wife that evening, and ever since, I felt like I’m married to you.

The show took longer than I expected and I can’t really recall what happened.

All I remember was waking up to the sound of applause and seeing everyone standing up – even you. When you saw I was awake, you smiled and extended your hand, saying, “Come on, ma chérie. The show is over.” I took your hand, stood up and joined the clapping.

You draped your arm around my shoulder and we stayed like that until the last of the actors disappeared into the thick, red curtain.

#Lux #prose #fiction #curtains

Summer Games

I wanted to imagine us like little children. I wanted to tell you stories about me as a child, and the tire swing I dearly loved tied up to the lone guava tree in the middle of our front yard garden. I wanted to give you Yaki gum balls and watch your eyes become tiny slits on your face, see your tongue turn dark blue with Pintura. I wanted to bring you back to my childhood, and call you different names in the slight dark of dusk, while the church bells signalled time for prayer. I wanted to say your name in a hushed whisper enclosed inside a prayer, light a candle and tell you that this flame will burn because of you. I wanted to sing you nursery rhymes, wanted to sing you all the old songs from my father's cassette tapes, wanted to sing you the alphabet and stop at the first letter of your name. I wanted to show you my picture books, tell you how much I know about the solar system (you wear rings like Saturn, I twirl around you in a dance as if you were the sun and I was some planet you will never touch, because touching me would mean I would disintegrate into pieces, burst into a grand cosmic explosion.) And I wouldn't want that. But I wanted to touch you anyway, innocent like a preschool classmate of mine, swaying our held hands as we hang them for a split-second in the air, as if readying this beautiful togetherness for a beautiful photograph. And I wanted to play summer games with you, remember all these moments as if you belonged to a summer childhood memory of mine, as I counted to ten when you wanted to hide and you wanted me to seek, and I knew, always knew, that it was you behind the curtains, it was you all along who I had to find, and I always knew where you were anyway.

#curtains #watanabe #prose

what i want to hide is more important than

what i want others to see...

#cinereo #curtrains #black and white

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