This is the view from my grandmother's funeral parlor. This is the day everyone tried to make it back to say goodbye. This is the sun setting over the city, on the day we put her in the coffin and dressed her up in gold.
*in love with Steve McCurry's work * used to have a camera permanently attached to left hand * selective memory * painfully shy * fascinated by storytellers and images * laughs a little too much * tattooed and pierced but still docile * stopped trying to save the world a year ago * hates rude people * occasionally have conversations with random strangers * loves Robbie Williams and Oasis * tries to look punk sometimes * enjoys conversations with children * gets high on life * drinks Malibu * secretly wants to be 5 years old again * experimenting with lomography * no more madonna gap
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