Photography isn’t something you just give up. It’s a habit embedded in your life. To give up means that it isn’t about the art or the memories. To give up means you’ve let trying to impress people get in the way of something that is so natural and pure. Don’t give up art. Don’t give a damn at all. Give up trying to people please. It will ruin you.

May 20

He’s been gone for half a day, but the minutes feel like specks of forever.

May 12

You are so difficult to read. I know people aren’t books and that I should be intrigued by the mystery behind your ambiguity, but it’s not fun when I have all the clues collected but no signs of the truth. Do you like me? Do you hate me? Why do you stare at me? Why do you choose stand beside me? Or notice the smallest details behind my own mystery? Shyness is the barrier that withholds me from solving this enigma. Now how can I break through to you?

May 11

I wish I could count the moments and piece them together in a patchwork of memories. Every second spent with you is a blur in which I try to replay over and over in my mind. I’m struggling against a swarm of emotions and I just want to get through to you.Why must infatuation get the best of me, when I have no recollection of your account?

May 9

Some say I can be as cold as ice or that my heart is made of stone. I may be a headstrong and stubborn woman when it comes to matters of dating. I don’t answer “yes” right away to whoever asks for a date. I may not fall easily for a man’s advances or melt from his flowery words. I may be skeptical and cynical when it comes to falling in love. In spite of all that I may or may not be, the thing I know for certain is that I am going to give it my all because love is all or nothing.

May 4

Expectations are predecessors of disasters. The more you build something up in your mind, the faster the walls will crumble down by the impact of reality.

I wish I could program my heart and turn my emotions on with a flick of a switch to love you, but the person ruling my heart has got a hold on me. Myself.

You are thousands of miles away, and with each word hanging up in the air, how can I make promises that will remain empty and broken because of distance? I can dream away the time, make up a thousand scenarios in my head of how things could be between us, but the truth is, I can’t live by dreams alone. I need something tangible. A dream that can be held in my hands.

The most frightening part is that I’m not sure if I can relinquish you so willingly.

A Lily Among Weeds Outtakes

I had a shoot with Kim today. Since we only had an hour and thirty minutes to shot, I got about twenty shots. Hopefully next time it won't feel so rushed.

Antique memories.