these are a bunch of random picture from various shoots i did in the past. i lost the rest of the sets for each but these are the finished ones of the ones i edited. mostly amateur stuuffff still.
these are pictures i took on request of my friend in them. the editing in some of them kinda suck because i don’t have lightroom or photoshop on my laptop. i still think they turned out decent though… my favorite one is the last one.
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so. my wonderful cousin got a tattoo recently and i’ve been giving extra thought to what i might want. maybe actually getting something tomorrow? :O who knows.
NOT ME, THAT’S FER DAMN SURE.
here’s some ideas i found..thoughts?
When you open a new bag of chips.
Your friends are like:
here’s a llama, there’s a llama, and another little llama. fuzzy llama, funny llama, llama, llama duck.
(Source: pleasedontleadmeon, via obedrox)
REPLY!
IMPORTANT: Last week I saw you in the pool of this apartment building in your navy blue striped bikini. I think you were visiting one of your friends here but maybe not because you were there alone, swimming laps and I was there reading on a beach chair, not trying to get a tan, promise. Once or twice, you looked over and smiled at me reading my Joey Comeau book. It was definitely twice. Why were you there? Your teeth in those smiles rivaled porcelain made by masters in China and your skin was a cream divvied out beyond measure. I hope that’s cheesy…it’s what I was aiming for. I’d like you to read this and know that I’d like to see you again. I live in this building on the 19th floor in number 37; all the way at the end overlooking Lake Michigan. The fading paint on the door and a sprig of pine on the doorknocker will tell you you’re at the correct one. If you’re lucky, you’ll hear a teapot talking in its foreign language to you as it brews some chai. Just knock. I’ll have two mugs, and ear ready to listen, and a mouth ready to respond.
by: me
(via obedrox)
Recipe
The crunch of fresh celery is so satisfying, don’t you think? Of course you do. The stew smells delicious; it reminds me of you and I stir lovingly. The front windshield on the Pontiac Bonneville has a small crack in the bottom left corner and still contains your fingerprints everywhere else. I wonder if I broke my windshield completely, I could blame it on you. It would make sense, wouldn’t it? They’d find your fingerprints on my windshield and then they’d come looking for you.
Crunch.
Celery makes a great snack, I think. It’s healthy and green and tastes good and I chop a few stalks up and add them to the stew. If you were here, what would you say? You’d probably think I was crazy for making stew, because you were a hardcore vegetarian… I miss you, but you’re still helping me in some ways even though you’re kind of gone.
Crunch.
At the same time though, you didn’t want to be here with me. I want to call Missing Persons so they’ll come looking for you and find you. Except they wouldn’t find you. Only one person in the entire world knows where you are and they’d never tell anyone- this upsets me. You had told me that I was crazy, which isn’t true at all. The plane was about to leave, but my pleas and tears yielded you coming home with me. I don’t like clichés, but if I can’t have you, no one can.
Crunch.
All the vegetables are in my lovely stew. I add a few fingers and a tongue for flavor, and continue to stir tenderly for about six minutes. Finished. Serves up to four.
written by
-Mike Mouser
