untitled anger.

you have no right to judge me, you have no right to act superior to me just because you think you won. you didn't win anything, because lately you've both been acting like terrible people. i know i'm not perfect, but i don't pretend to be, and i'm fucking trying. you could have a little self-respect - it wouldn't kill you. it might even do you some good. and as for this competition that you've created between us, you will not overtake me. it's mine, and you can't take it from me. here's some advice - don't be such a bitch all the time, then maybe i could forgive you.

this has to do with photography because pain, betrayal, and loss are all a part of art for me. photography is the memory of a moment that i wouldn't actually remember - the random second that the shutter is pressed, i don't actually see the action in front of me. i need to look at negatives or a display screen to see the moment that i missed. 

if my pictures are just pretty, i don't get the credit i need in my classes. art school doesn't like pretty without reason. so pretty & painful is what i want to spend my time doing. aesthetics & depression is an interesting combination for me, and i want to explore them as much as possible. i love lace & tears, flowers & sad eyes, beautiful light & blood. i am fascinated by love & death.

here are some examples of the kind of photography i'm talking about: