barbecue food is good you invite me out to eat it I should go but I’m feeling kinda nervous and not quite myself so I’m running late on purpose and I know this won’t help how things have become between us if I go you’ll give me hell and that I don’t know how to fix is making me unwell, well
I arrive at your house but you’ve just got up and you are wearing a towel and your eyes look dark I help to dry your body and I see your cut so I give you a plaster and we cover it up I say have you been crying and you say shut up so we sit in the garden and touch grass with our hands
the sun is going down now and it’s been okay you tell me all the things you did while I was away, and this worries me so much but you say your fine
listen, can you hear it? if you speak, will I feel it? will it hurt? and I knew it I don’t know
I don’t know how all people haven’t got mental health problems. thinking is one of the most stressful things I’ve ever come across. and not being able to articulate what I want to say drives me crazy. I think I should read some more books, learn some new words. my sister used to read the dictionary I’m gonna start with that. I’d like to travel. I want to see India and the pyramids, a whale and that race with all the bicycles in France. I’m not sure about rivers they scare me, but I love swimming, I’m good at it. and when I swim I count the laps and this helps me relax. when I was younger I saw a house burnt down and I walked past it for the next six years. derelict, black, chalky and dangerous, I wondered if squatters lived there. I’m still not sure but I know there were not any parties it was a shit-hole. after a while the council got round to tidying up the town. they thought it was an eye-sore so they tore it down. behind the house there was a wall with a few bits of crappy graffiti and the word “CUNT” written in giant letters and now I walk past that. I like going to the park. I like walking through it. I like taking my dogs there and friends and I like being alone. I like being able to shout but I wish I could be quiet. when I’m quiet people just think I’m sad and usually I am. sometimes when i’m at really noisy train-station, of with the big fat trains like kings cross, I feel like putting down my bags and SHOUTING things out because I’ve got something to say.
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don’t think, just try and sleep.
- Kate Nash
sometimes your thoughts to a song change. sometimes you find yourself in another situation, another day of your life, and the melody that is playing and the words are being said suddenly appear so different. I never felt so about this one. I never thought it would change. all this time, I felt it so close to me, wrapping around my shoulders and embracing me like a friend that I’d been searching for. it describes things so perfectly, I guess. how it is, how I wish it’d would be, how I wish it wouldn’t be, and how it shouldn’t be. it is just there, holding the simplicity of a confused mind. and maybe that is all I need.
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Ich antworte so spät, ich frage mich überhaupt, ob es sich noch lohnt. Aber ich denke, die Frage ist gerechtfertigt ... die Zeit, als all das entstand, war eine sehr sehr traurige Zeit in meinem Leben, grundlos ... und so wohl auch meine Fotos. So wie traurige Sänger traurige Lieder schreiben, ich setze es in Fotos um.
Thinking is only for the brave, the strong, the courageous, and the serious. It takes everything to sit silently for a second and really think about the world. I ask the same thing....how does no one but a few have mental issues? I guess the answer is that they must not be thinking under the water...just at he surface. But the ocean is sooooo DEEP.
Beautiful picture as always. Have you ever thought of becoming a famous photographer? Because you already are. Even if you don't think so you will always be my favorite photographer, because you famous to me. :/
the picture of an ocean fits. it is so deep and it invites you to swim. but who says you won't drown? who says you won't suffocate caused by all the water filling your lungs, your body? I find this ocean to be tempting, yet so dangerous as well.
Das ist eine wunderschöne Textpassage unter deinem Foto. Und sie ist wundervol auf eine verrückte weise. Ganz viele stellen erinnern mich an meine momentanes ich. Und andere sätze sind schon lange in mir verankert, ohne das ich jemals darüber nachgedacht habe. Es ist verückt, über sich selber zu lesen udn nicht über sich selber zu lesen. Es sind ja nicht meine worte, sie hören sich nur ein wenig nach meinen an. Ich bin froh, dass ich nicht allein bin. Das jemand mit mir, ohne mich zu kennen die selben Gedanken teilt Vielleicht möchte das ja auch deine Photografie sagen.
Ich denke, dass genau das irgendwie aufgefangen werden sollte. Jemand ist da ... auch wenn du es nur selbst bist. Irgendwie kannst du dir auch selbst etwas erzählen, dir selbst helfen, oder zusammen einfach nur ... da sitzen. Du bist allein und nicht allein.
I love your photography, the style, the poses, the lighting. You've got a kind of signature look I find...I guess soothing would be the word for it. I must admit though, the reason I decide to favourite a photo or not is most often the words that accompany it. I love reading what you feel about the photo, what inspired it, what emotions it brings up. I believe art is subjective and everyone takes something different away from a photo, and it's always nice to read your thoughts on your work and compare them with what I first see when I look at the photo, and what I feel after reading your words.
I like your way of seeing it. Surely, I no longer see myself as a photographer just. The text is often just as important, and the photo is just a part of it, maybe even the whole, visualized and how it fits in my own world. I guess that is how it is. I really appreciate this comment. Thank you for that comment.