So full. Full of emotion or thought or whatever.
So full that I feel the only way to get it out is by running till I drop, fucking till I pass out, screaming, sweating, crying, bleeding. Sleeping, reading, writing. Cleaning, looking through magazines, knitting, watching movie after movie, driving for forever. Get a new piercing, tattoo.
A new photo.
I'm tired of looking a pretty things.
Pretty people
with pretty clothes
and pretty expressions.
Where's my tripod?
About Me
- Meagan Sample
- the road, United States
- I am a lover of photos and words; written, spoken, eyes, lenses. A little piece into someone's thought or personality. I have been both modeling and taking pictures for either forever, or nine years. It's what I love. I write almost every day. Here is where I'll show you what I want to share, though be aware that I write mostly stream-of-consciousness, and may contradict myself. This is, a sample of Meagan.
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