npr:
You may have seen The Great Gatsby over the weekend, but wait until you see The Great Catsby.
Of course. — tanya b.
I think photography as an art can be anything you WANT IT TO BE. Even if that means you take pictures with your phone and edit them. I’m still waiting on my ‘professional’ camera, but who the FUCK has the right to judge what is art in photography and what isn’t?!?!?! I really can’t stand elitist photographers on their high horses.
Everyone I’ve ever met in my life has left a little piece of themselves with me, and a lesson. Some good, some bad…and there are times when I feel them all at once. It’s such an overbearing emotion that I have to take a pill to go to sleep.
Why is it that the people that come into your life…that you were so very close to, shared thoughts, dreams, love, intimacy and always thought that they would be in your life in some shape or form, are gone. Almost as if those experiences, that extreme closeness never happened. I just cannot comprehend how I could be with someone for so long then run into them out in the world and it’s so awkward, so uncomfortable. All the while I’m thinking in my mind “we were so close, we were NEVER awkward..we could always talk no matter what.” Now you talk your BS small talk and walk out of my life again. This happens all the time. How can you care for someone so deeply and it’s gone, just like that! The memories fade until that person becomes so distant you forget them…only to be reminded of them by casually running into them at the supermarket.
Wuthering Heights
1847 (via winged-serpent)
(Source: hollyreads)
