ALEXITHYMIA
I have/had a lot of blogs and social networking accounts. Each one with it’s own theme and sole purpose. A chictopia fashion blog. An old tumblr journal of notes to self. A blogger of stories revolving around men and love. A pictorial tumblr of nostalgia. A Pinterest of inspiring photos. A twitter of poignant thoughts. A Facebook for keeping in touch. A Google+. A Photobucket. A Xanga. Some updated more regularly than others. Some forever abandoned. I wish I could merge them all into one. This is the attempt:
A tumblr of free spirit. No expectations, no schedule, no single purpose. This is NOT a collection of inspiration or aspirations. This is whom I've already become: the truth, truer than any truth typed out on any other site before. These are the secrets I’m willing to tell those willing to listen. Typed out here because I haven’t got any of those said persons.
A tumblr of free spirit. No expectations, no schedule, no single purpose. This is NOT a collection of inspiration or aspirations. This is whom I've already become: the truth, truer than any truth typed out on any other site before. These are the secrets I’m willing to tell those willing to listen. Typed out here because I haven’t got any of those said persons.
I never really set out for anyone to “photograph” me because I always felt like they push people to portray a sense of happiness that isn’t truthful. But when a friend of mine wanted her friend dino to shoot me, I trusted her and the work I’ve seen from him. In the end, I didn’t feel, one bit, the hatred I felt towards synthetic photography.
Lemony Snicket’s A Series of Unfortunate Events (2004)
(Source: filmographys, via daydreamers-world)