01.27.18 [4/52] ‘Cause we could hold our sights so close, or we could chase our heroes… (And I’ve been here before)

Music/title: Caviar Dreams; Al Bairre (Feat. PHFat)
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“Lead me through your harmony;
We’ll sew this so your soul can breathe…”

.. .. .


It surely is a dream.
Nothing could feel this good.


For the first time in my life it doesn’t hurt.
I’m not inflamed.
It doesn’t itch. Or feel dry.
My skin isn’t covered in sores and blisters from my moments of weakness.
For the first time in my life I feel human.

To think, an eleven year old changed my life.
..What were you doing at eleven?

If you’d told me 15 years ago that I’d have this level of peace with my disease,
I’d say you were fucking nuts.


I wish I could meet Lani Lazzari,
If only to fully explain the life-changing-impact her invention has had on me.


My skin can feel like home.

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You’d been wading in the deep, dancing through your downfall…

Heart beats intertwine… (When you’re by my side, When you’re by my side)

Music/title: You + I (Snocker Cot Remix); Sheare
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“Tell me something more about this place.”

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Something about this is just so alluring. The distant buildings immersed in fog.. Just lovely.

This one has actually been edited for a while now.
I think you’d all be astonished to learn how many photos *don’t* get posted. hah!


The last year I did my full 52 week project was the year I did best with editing and posting everything.

I’d like to do that again.


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Credit to takeSomeCrime for this awesome song.
The man has amazing taste in music, as well as some amazing dance moves.

Check him out. ;]

I’ve got this poison running deep in my mind, my mind.. (I know you think it’s alright)

Music/title: Wasted On You (feat. ROZES); Louis Futon
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“I’m wasted on you.”

. . … .. …..


Liberating doesn’t begin to cover it.
A twinge of denial, maybe.
I still can’t believe it all. Everything seems so surreal in our lives.

Did you plan this from the start?


A part of me believes I had nothing to do with it. That it was all thanks to others. The bad parts of my mind attempt to latch on- hopes of some form of sabotage..


..the other side.
The part that has drug me through all the blood and tears… That part is proud.
Look at how far you’ve come. ..Look at what you’ve done for yourself..

Aren’t you so happy now?


If I ever believed in a God,
now would be the time to thank him.

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We keep it going just like we always do, we do..