my style is quite selective, but my mind is quite reckless.

I am on the verge of making another messy 360 in my life.
I am so tempted to name my daughter Jesusa, just for shits and giggles.
The one who might I say might never live.

I think I have been offered a chance to study photography in Greece.
What I wouldn't do to drop out of school and pursue it.

The Fisherman and the Syren, by Frederick Leighton, 1856-1858.

BIG SIGH, this photo may be a new favorite.

the pleasant place...

I will probably be one of the many who will become listened too, appreciated, and known once I die. But not until then.....

Mm Mm Mm

when you have to make excuses in your mind for people, or reanalyze what their motive is, you might need to reanalyze your own motives as to why you still associate with them.

hmm hmm hmm

just a thought