Tag: b/w

Their eyes were in protruding knobs at either side of their heads
That right there happening was a haiku!
A reclusive mastermind with a thin, strangely flexible head
Those were the best times in my life
He pushed his face an inch away from mine, “Do you so love me?”
The air was so still that I could hear the world turning
I was beginning to see everything as a mathematical form
And then it was time to go somewhere else
Nothing ever went the way it supposed to on the camp-outs
I was scared of him
They drifted along, changing shapes, with the golden sunlight on them
Some background checking is required
What the hell’s your problem anyway?
This fellow is up to something. Undoubtedly
Just I was passing by and found the door open
I can’t explain what we’re seeing here
Certainly he’s very devoted and kind
It was a long, hard day
Everyone is doing gossip
This spying business is a dirty game
A shrug is comprehensible to everyone
The goal is to merge with something larger than yourself
Holding still can sometimes prove more effective than actively searching
Ears must be kept clean at all times
You will reflect on the fact that too much reflection is pointless
A blue sky is as depthless as the sea
Close your eyes and slowly count backward from ten
Maybe we should get out of here
I still had hope
I still remember what that felt like
She looked me in the eyes for a long while
Still beautiful even in its decline
I don’t think she had any friends
A photographer has to be willing to risk it all
Always had to be the center of attention
For a while it was nothing, nothing at all
Being there was what made sense
There seemed to be no logic to it
Something berserk was bound to happen
Yours is not to reason why
It’s a beautiful day in the neighborhood
But that’s the thing that nobody understands
I became one of those guys you never see
It didn’t seem as if it was happening but it was happening
It just reminds you of the fragility of everything
Please don’t leave me
It didn’t have to be exactly equal
Seeing her, hearing her voice, was opening wounds he had sewn tightly shut
The air was brisk, and the tall, old stone building imposing
She doesn’t know you’re in love with her