Society tells me that I can't be sensitive, that I shouldn't cry, that I shouldn't express my feelings and be emotional. For most of my life I've held in my emotions and that energy would constantly manifest into anger/fear. But I'm growing, I'm transforming, and I'm realizing that to be open is to be strong. To cry is to be alive. To feel is to love.
Be a warrior, not a worrier 👊🏻📸 Tenía ratos de no subir un portrait de mi y quería hacer algo genial, con un concepto diferente y hasta que por fin pude!!!... este fue el resultado! 🙌🏻😎 espero les guste tanto como a mi! 😁🙏🏼 Si les gustó mi strap ¡Vayan a @phostguatemala tiene todo tipo de diseños geniales, incluso personalizados! 📿📸👊🏻 Y un agradecimiento especial al mister @senior_light por hacerme ganas capturando tan genial fotografía! 😎👊🏻
I could be the smile that takes you somewhere else.
The smile that washes away your worst day.
The smile that fades slow so when you come back to reality you aren't too lost.
A smile that when pressed against your lips gives goosebumps that you'll never have to miss.
As we push past the edge of the equinox and take flight into the fall skies.. I am reminded of the balance point.. where we can look fiercely through the veil and find the fullness of our being.
Thank you to @katherinebird711 for your powerful stand for healing the healer and cleaning up the places that many can not see. Your truly an inspiration to witness🌟 #womenwhochangetheworld#empoweredwomen#edicapachaphotography#layeredincamera
I thought I knew what love was. Kind, filled with joy, unicorns and ice cream cones. I realize now. That's not love.
Love is the thought of the person that keeps you from falling asleep. The one you will never have again. Never feel again. Never smell his scent on your pillows again. Love is that gut wrenching feeling that tears through your body, leaving no organ unturned. You are not hungry. Not thirsty. Not happy. Not sad. Just sick to your stomach trying to figure out how to call out of work again when you can't bring yourself to leave your bed.
Love is not happiness. Love is vile, once you have it, you will never be the same. So you fiend for it, look for more elsewhere, but it is never the same. You crave that pain and false hope. Cursing yourself. You tell yourself never again and no more. But late at night, you roam the bars looking for another, who will buy you that whiskey, in exchange for being his victim. That's all you ever want to be, is a victim. A victim of love, of men who don't care after one night, a victim of your own self destruction.
Pick yourself up baby girl, get out of that bed, it's finally dark outside and again, your time has come to become a victim.
"to be sure, I am a forest and a night full of dark trees; but he who is not afraid of m darkness, will find banks full of roses under my cypresses"
I had waited for so long until I finally had the pleasure to photograph this lovely human being. @lottigraphie 🏵♥