Idk.
Journal Entry: Sat Mar 22, 2008, 2:45 PM
I haven't uploaded anything good or new lately, and I think it's because I'm not getting any exposure and I'm not inspired. I'm never getting any comments or favorites, so it just gets boring. I still enjoy photography but I haven't been inspired to go out and take lots of pictures like I used to.
I guess it's because lately I haven't traveled or gone anywhere and Winthrop is probably the worst town to get pictures out of.
I really don't know, I know no one will comment this because no one looks at my stuff.
Well thanks anyways, deviantart, for trying to help me get some exposure. It's just not working.
- Mood:
Unhappy - Listening to: Coldplay
- Eating: ramen
- Drinking: water
Devious Comments
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>_<
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my account about painting:[link]
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nie uśmiechał się wciąż ocierał łzy.
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pedroxxx
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Too clever is dumb!
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With a trembling hand I point and laugh at what I see. She is no wonderful, she is no lovely. This is no rumbling ocean, this is no crumbling emotion. I turn and think to myself, "I think that was me."
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With a trembling hand I point and laugh at what I see. She is no wonderful, she is no lovely. This is no rumbling ocean, this is no crumbling emotion. I turn and think to myself, "I think that was me."
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With a trembling hand I point and laugh at what I see. She is no wonderful, she is no lovely. This is no rumbling ocean, this is no crumbling emotion. I turn and think to myself, "I think that was me."
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With a trembling hand I point and laugh at what I see. She is no wonderful, she is no lovely. This is no rumbling ocean, this is no crumbling emotion. I turn and think to myself, "I think that was me."
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this is my best work
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With a trembling hand I point and laugh at what I see. She is no wonderful, she is no lovely. This is no rumbling ocean, this is no crumbling emotion. I turn and think to myself, "I think that was me."
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With a trembling hand I point and laugh at what I see. She is no wonderful, she is no lovely. This is no rumbling ocean, this is no crumbling emotion. I turn and think to myself, "I think that was me."
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Vulnerant omnes, ultima necat
Vanitas vanitatum et omnia vanitas
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With a trembling hand I point and laugh at what I see. She is no wonderful, she is no lovely. This is no rumbling ocean, this is no crumbling emotion. I turn and think to myself, "I think that was me."
thank you dear for faving Childhood [link]
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well thanks, that's really flattering! :]
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Nothing further then he uttered; not a feather then he fluttered,
Till I scarcely more than muttered, "other friends have flown before,
On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before."
Then the bird said, "Nevermore."
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