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Today is the day I was born 🎂🎉 and
I'm so thankful and greatful for all the opportunities that have come to me since. Even when I feel low I still remain positive and humble helping people in the best ways that I can when I'm in the position to. For everyone who has supported and shown me love I thank y'all and wish y'all nothing but success⭐️ 💣you all have something special to give to the world. What you put out is what you will recieve my mom always told me. Sometimes I don't feel like I deserve it but God keeps showing me other wise. I will be 18 years old In the next couple of hours and as black male in America this will mean I have lived a "FULL LIFE" because not all black African men make it to see 18 years old or beyond 18 in America. Thank you to God and myself for not getting into anything, hanging with the wrong crowd, or being in the wrong place at the wrong time. For being so driven to act, model, dance, and edit videos and just create art. All those things and people who I chose to be in my life kept me from being dead on the street. I just want to grow and keep growing from here. #MORELIFE . I'm going up family and friends #HEREADY ⭐️♥️☺️! don't know what's next but hey whatever is I'm giving my all. KEEP DOING YOU AND BEING YOU. NO NEGATIVE ENEGY. MORE LOVE AND LIFE.
LOVE YOU. YES YOU. - Andre’ H. ♥️♥️♥️
Hier encore. J'avais vingt ans,
Je caressais le temps. Et jouais de la vie. Comme on joue de l'amour, et je vivais la nuit. Sans compter sur mes jours
Qui fuyaient dans le temps. J'ai fait tant de projets. Qui sont restés en l'air, j'ai fondé tant d'espoirs
Qui se sont envolés, que je reste perdu, ne sachant où aller,
les yeux cherchant le ciel, mais le cœur mis en terre.
Aşkla oynandığı gibi
Ve gece yaşardım
Zaman içinde kaçan
Günlere ümit bağlamadan
Projeler yaptım nice
Uçmuş gitmiş olan
Beni kayıp, nereye gittiğini bilmez
Gözleri göğü arayan
Ama kalbi toprağa konmuş
The problem with melancholy is the absence of the instant cure. You can't just pop a pill or take enough rest for it to go away. It clings on you like a plague, slowly nibbling your sanity away. Most people say that if you exercise, go out more often, travel, try new things, it'll finally leave. But it doesn't. You move, it stays. You do things, it stays. You try to sweat it away, it still stays. Until you start to get tired of trying because all your efforts seems to have gone wasted. Or if you persist, it cripples you with something else like anxiety.
Melancholy seems like a bad trauma, sitting at the back of your head, warming the benches that's supposed to be for better things, like, I dunno, maybe happiness? It's confusing because you're not supposed to feel worst yet you do every god damn time.
Eventually, you wake up finding yourself feeding it. You look for things that'll make you feel bad because it's easy to wrap your head around the idea that finally, there's a reason why you're feeling that way. And you help it multiply, you've become its reproductive machine ---a lifetime slave. Sometimes, you might even feel that your concept of happiness has been uninstalled and the admin permission has been bypassed. You start to have nothing for yourself but hate. And when you don't know how to love yourself, that's when you start decaying.
One day, you'll look at the end of the tunnel and you'll see the light dying, flickering itself away. And finally, you understand that there's no longer a reason to stay; giving up is the only cure and dying is the only way to emancipation.
After all, it is everyone's final destination, you just found your way to it easier than the others.