Skull A Broken Reflection in an Intact Mirror
I stared into her eyes; her irises were a shattered blue that leaked a warm yellow from a tangled grey. They slowly meandered into her cold dark pupils that were so empty. Her pale skin barely breathed as it became more like porcelain everyday. I would like to think she was lost. And as I gazed further into the mirror, the more lost I became.
I'm a work in progress.
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firsttimeuser:

“I spent a great deal of my life being ignored. I was always very happy that way. Being ignored is a great privilege. That is how I think I learnt to see what others do not see and to react to situations differently. I simply looked at the world, not really prepared for anything.” —Saul Leiter
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ashliebryn:

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photo by the-immortality
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colorful-mistake:

So cheeky
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colorful-mistake:

I saw this photo in color and I had to turn it into b&w
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yiorgosmavropoulos:

Hide and seek
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