I miss a lot of people.
I wish I could just talk to every single person I miss.
Fuck.
Word
I need to know.
Kurt Cobain’s life ended when he was just 27 years old. I am 27 years old.
Something real, something raw.
I am not looking for someone to complete me. Just someone to share my desires, fears, secrets, dreams, myself with.
joie de vivre: I will keep this hope. I will hold this love for you. And I will...
I will keep this hope. I will hold this love for you. And I will continue to have confidence in myself. I will continue to grow. And if you come back to me it will be because you want to love the person you’ve loved all along.
I am beautiful. Strong. Stronger than most people. And most people…
(Source: faroffstar)
Hope Is Now Here presents BE ALIVE!
A night of film, music, conversation and hope. This is also the official launch of Hope Is Now Here, which exists to start a dialogue concerning real pain, but also of real healing, in an attempt to bridge the gap between suffering and hope.
Speaker: Albert Martinez
Performances by Young Empress, Frankie Madrigal, Jordan Lott, Amberlee Arcadi, Rory Rodriguez.
This event is FREE, but you must get your tickets and register: http://bealive.eventbrite.com/
i took a chill pill, xoxo.: I know this guy...
My friend wrote something about the last few years of my life and the birth of Hope Is Now Here:
He’s a great guy. I met him a couple years ago and an easy friendship formed. Albert Martinez is the type of friend you can party or go to a movie with but what I always liked most was that he is the kind of friend that you can talk to. Always the first one to ask how you’ve been or where life…
Adults are sometimes grown children, but with broken hearts. #instamood #instagood #like #photo #instadaily #igdaily #statigram #instagramers #instahub #follow #me #city #instago #iphonesia #picoftheday #love #life
#Life happens. May we not turn our backs to the #beautiful things it has for us. (Taken with Instagram)
Love.
Hollowed by despair, her silence swept across the room, assailing his intentions like a knife turning in his heart. He wanted nothing more but than for her to feel his touch and know his love. His lungs attempted to keep up with the heavy beating of his heart. Her eyes, devoid of hope.
“My dear, what would you attempt to do if you knew you couldn’t fail?” he asked her in a desperate embrace.
She drew in a deep, exhaustive breath, and answered with hesitation, “Love.”
I remember this day. Thankful for friends like Tamea for their support and loving kindness to me and my son. Her talent definitely helped me accomplish one of my goals of the year: writing a book! Though this particular picture did not make the final copy of the book, it is still one of my personal favorites.
Tonight I am going through some photos back in my files and I found this one. I fell back in love with the color of the water and stones lining the pool.
Recently I worked with a friend (shoutout to ya!) on a book. I was staying in a georgious house above the Sunset Strip and we decided to take some photos. The water hand print was unintentional but I love that little addition.
This is my friend and his adorable son playing in the summer sun.
Father and Son © Tamea (All rights Reserved)
