| little fingers pressed down the metallic button for the first time. click immortalizing a single irreplaceable moment. this was her newfound power, her obsession, her life. |
| little fingers pressed down the metallic button for the first time. click immortalizing a single irreplaceable moment. this was her newfound power, her obsession, her life. |
| Her name is Victoria. She’s rather young, not even fifteen and a half yet, not wanting to turn older, afraid of the future. Being Asian, she has perpetually straight dark hair, eyes so brown that they’re nearly black, and, strangely enough, a physical height that many strive to reach. She’s a hundred thousand contradictions, not quite making sense to those around her, but rather endearing in a way (or so she’s been told). She’s in love with photography, a passion ignited at the age of twelve. It was the power of being able to capture a single moment in time that appealed to her, a power unbelievably potent to her oftentimes absentminded self. And, also, she usually doesn’t refer to herself in third person. |
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y a n g ı n d a n k u r t a r ı l a c a k h i ç b i r ş e y k a l m a m ı ş a r a m ı z d a . .
i love your photographs.
Always appreciated.
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Hey, hangin' in there ?
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C(")(")
`~---Sarah★Jane---~`
Oh snap, crackle, and pop!
If you don't like my peaches, don't shake my tree ツ
[avatar is by =Berryness ♡]
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˙lɐǝɹ sı ǝuıƃɐɯı uɐɔ noʎ ƃuıɥʇʎɹǝʌǝ
o.O
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* ...Perchè quando il cuore parla la sua lingua e nessuno gli suggerisce le parole, non può sbagliare.. è l'orgoglio che sbaglia. Perchè l'orgoglio fa mentire il cuore...
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˙lɐǝɹ sı ǝuıƃɐɯı uɐɔ noʎ ƃuıɥʇʎɹǝʌǝ
o.O
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