You like someone else and I don’t want to be there lying to myself that one day your heart will suddenly change. But in some alternative universe, I imagine we are together. We fly with the wind and we dance like hurricanes towards sunsets. We runaway together as vagabonds, our bodies each other’s homes. We watch the moonlight glow over our naked bodies, paint our dreams onto each other, make each the best of ourselves. We feel younger everyday. Days are eternal when with you. But this is not that universe. And the longer I daydream, the more I’m losing someone that is waiting for me. I gotta go for a while. I’m sorry. It fucking hurts me to say that you are one of a kind for me. fuck

WHAT?
BOOM
I SAID, DOES HE LOOK LIKE A BITCH? 
ASIGHIOASHGA NOOO!!!

THEN WHY YOU FUCK HIM LIKE A BITCH
I DIDN’T!

YES YOU DID, YES YOU DID. AND MR.WALLACE DOESNT LIKE GETTING FUCKED BY ANYONE ELSE EXCEPT MRS.WALLACE.

YOU READ THE BIBLE BRET?

 anddd there’s no damn way I got that passaged memorized for you. :P

My dream shoot is to photograph Daria Werbowy on a week-long road trip. We would visit some beautiful national parks on the way of the west coast of America, make random pitstops for food or animals we catch on the side of the highway. We would trash a motel room and run around the parking lot naked a warm summer night after skinny dipping in their closed off swimming pool. It can be for any magazine, I could care less, maybe some widely circulated one… There would be no team, just me and her. I despise make up. I would maybe just ask a stylist or clothing line throw me all their clothes in the trunk and hug them goodbye. It is a week to discover, for me, one of my fascinating model my eyes have ever came across. :)

it’s raining all week. fuck.