I delete photographs and it hurts. I have to go through 7000 of them. I find gems, but more often, far more often, I see hideous mistakes. Underexposure. Overexposure. Camera-shake. And probably my most common and least favorite, boring subject matter. I can only delete photographs when I’m feeling most dire and masochistic, much like that feeling you get when you concede to begin your...
Anonymous asked: Who am I?
I don't like you
because you don’t exist.
You guys don't need Formsprings.
http://staff.tumblr.com/post/320191537/ask Test it out: http://ewokrider.tumblr.com/ask
“…Yes.” - Gandhi
I'm becoming nocturnal.
My arms and legs are atrophying. I’m becoming paler. I rely on the heat of an unreliable and small space heater in the place of the much larger and more reliable Sun. It sets before I get a chance to get up from bed to see it. I don’t like it. I’d take a picture to accompany this, but there’s not enough natural light. Merde.