lamaie:

☆

houseofvogue:

y-ep:

alaea:

Imagine it’s Sunday morning, your perfect boyfriend just woke up in the comfy apartment you own together in Manhattan, NYC. You were just making some breakfast when you see him stirring in the bed, and snap a quick picture before he turns at the noise of your camera and smiles at you. He rushes down to wrap you in a big, warm hug and begins to make some coffee.

^ perfection

DHEJEJKEPW

*wakes up*

photographicimprints:

There will always be that woman you’ll never forget

She loved you at your darkest, with all of her, she meant it

Her smile was infectious it tore you apart

You pushed her to wreckage and broke her heart

There will always be that woman you’ll never forget

Among the billions, a tiny speck

She drove you to madness, her hair along her face

But everything’s over, there’s no one to chase

photographicimprints:

After a supposed Mother’s Day lunch (that had to be moved to dinner instead), Julia and I met for this shoot. I wanted her to be part of my photo project, and though it was the quickest shoot I ever did, I’m pleased with the results. It’s always, always a pleasure working with you, woman (not to mention, you get the “vibe” right, ‘cause you’re a natural).

-banawe

Awee at Banawe’s note :> It’s the photographer, I say.

my flirting technique.

misunfortunate:

you mean I have to choose