if you sit on a street corner long enough, someone will come along to ask if you'll take a picture of them holding a leaf. they'll laugh even if it turns out blurry.
sometimes when you crawl into dark, scary holes, you find seven puppies whose eyes haven't opened yet.
ordinary things become pretty when the breeze picks them up.
you know how sometimes you can't decide if you should leave your heart open or closed? at such times it would be nice if your heart had two ends. then you wouldn't have to choose.
even when you really like someone, you may end up dumping all your bags on their play-table, stealing their blue checked shirt, and taking secret pictures. (sorry.)
if my house had such pretty doors, i'd be really antisocial. because i'd slam them in people's faces all the time just so they could look at them!
so strange how our shadows choose to stand in a completely different place from where our bodies are. maybe they're trying to tell us something.
if you shoot a scene near a bull long enough, he'll start throwing star tantrums too.
every corner was a picture. i was so overwhelmed, after these few i just closed my eyes
loved
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