I always thank everyone who faves/comments my work or adds me to their watchlist. Always. BUT

From now on I'm not responding to:

1. People who fave my work, when their faves look like this [link]

2. People who watch me, when their faves look like this [link]

YES I submit work to the artistic nude category. ARTISTIC being the operative word. I have NO problem whatsoever with porn or erotic photos, but this is an art website and I don't submit my work here so it can be placed alongside a million pornagraphic photos.
Sure it's the internet and these things are bound to happen. If some sleaze happens to be turned on by my photos, fine. But I don't need to know about it, and I don't want my photos to be categorised that way and taken out of context.

There are billions of websites with photos you can fap to, go there.

/rant

Thousands of birds, the tiniest birds, adorned her hair.
Everything was gold.
One night, the bed caught fire.
He was handsome and a very good criminal.
We lived on sunlight and chocolate bars.
It was the afternoon of extravagent delight.

You came into my life really fast and I liked it.
We squelched in the mud of our joy.
I was wet-thighed with surrender.
Then there was a gap in things and the whole earth tilted.



Extracted from Candy.

The photography site I work for [link] is having another competition. The theme is the Magic Hour (dawn/dusk).

It's free and the prizes are saweeeeeeet (lensbaby anyone?)and I obviously can't enter so you all should!

Details/entry here: [link]

I tried to sneak myself through, I tried to get to the other side.
I had to patch up the cracks and the holes that I have to hide.
For a little bit of time even make it work okay.
Just long enough to really make it hurt.
When they figured me out and it all just rotted away.

Don't you fucking know what you are?
Go on, get back to where you belong.

You better take a good look, 'cause I'm full of shit.
With every bit of my heart I have tried to believe in it.
You can dress it all up, you can try to pretend.
But you can't change anything.

You can't change anything in the end.


Nine Inch Nails

Internal war.

I spend so much time inside my own head, and I still don't know this one thing about myself. I am constantly confused. My brain argues with my metaphorical heart, and the heart won't concede defeat. All I know is that I am afraid. And I wish I could choose. And I think too much.




Bah!