you right. i don’t. lol
i forgot what tension felt like; that cold feeling that infects you when you get that final goodbye. who is it that lives their life numb? and if we were numb how could we see the beauty of life. Amazing, isn’t it? a tightly woven knit of paths that crosses yours with lessons intact. everything from the lightest to the darkest of humans crossed my vision, infected my life, drowned me with their poisonous energy bodies that attached themselves to me, as I sat there like a tamed lion in his cage, forced to watch the side show. I found sanity in playing the fool. The lesson has been learned, the pain has been sustained, the experience has been documented.
they created an hierarchy and based it off skin. i reckon it’s the blood within.
24-70mm 2.8 in perfect lighting
forbes is my real name. fxrbe$ is a sigil. lol. jk.
anything with a full frame, and a bad ass L series lens
lol. good shit.
thats my blood brudda.
depends on what you like, i really can’t tell you what lens to use. it’s all up to how you want your vision to look.
*single tear runs down my face* thank you.
hell yeah. it’s forming as we speak.
it’s shitty ass hell.