i thought maybe if i just wandered about a bit, i might bump into her again.
its the eye of the tiger. its the fur of the tiger. and the ears and tail. holy shit its a fucking tiger, run
In British, we dont say “I love you” we say “crumpet crumpet the queen tea scoodilypoop Mary poppins” which roughly translates to “I am a part of you”. Tragically beautiful.
And every page and every paper
seem to be part of human nature
I was going through some of my thumb drives that i have collecting in a shoebox and found more of my London street shots. I actually have no memories attached to these captures, I think i just lifted up my camera and shot something while i was looking around elsewhere in awe.