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.
Men are like coffee. The best ones are rich, warm and keep you up all night long.
She didn’t choose to run away anymore.
She chose to let her demons consume her.
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