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all I do is waste and decline

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when I was a young child, I did an art summer camp where we used film.

we would put the paper on a table and put lace and paper clips and flowers on top of it and expose it to light to make an image. we made our own box cameras and I took really terrible photos of myself using it. when we finally got to use the film cameras I was in love. it was my favorite class.

I loved taking photos of the nature and the moss on the tall oak trees. I took photos of little tadpoles swimming in a pond with lily pads. I was amazed by how you went from a blank sheet of photo paper to an image every time I developed my photos in the dark room.

I really fell in love with film cameras then and they’ve continued to be my favorite medium. I so badly want a film camera of my own.

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I need to go get my childhood digital camcorder looked at so I can start taking videos on it again. what I would really love is to have my parents vhs/cassette camcorder working again, but that is a more lofty dream

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@tankhall

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love this @tankhall

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you won’t lose me to thunder or lightning

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god will let you near but he won't let you stay

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i’m going to bed, wake me up when it’s cold outside

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I love her

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if you love me, keep it to yourself

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08.16.24

hayden anhedönia for enfants riches déprimés

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there was a point where everything bent down and it took something from me…something I can’t quite explain…

and I always wondered if it would come back and love me the way it said it was supposed to, but maybe it lied.

maybe it was all a lie.

I’ve tried so hard to explain in words what it meant to me…how it felt to me…

but maybe it’s not meant to be explained…maybe it’s not meant to be marked down in words or scrawled out on a piece of paper…

until then, I’ll just lie here and wait.

wait for it to come back.

wait for it to love me again.

do you think you know how to give up?

do you think you understand what it means to be loved?

you don’t, and you never will.

but I can tell you right now; it’s beautiful…

it is such a precious thing to be loved…such a precious, magnificent thing to be loved…such a wondrous and painful thing to be loved…

when you were young, you said you wished someone loved you…

I do.

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blessed be the daughters of Cain