LauraLoveless

This was definitely a blast from the past. I don't believe I have written anything on here for years. I don't think I've even logged in for years. Maybe a hello would be appropriate, right?            Hi. I'm not an angsty teenager any more (thank God), I'm 22 in a month and stumbled upon this whilst I was looking for some downloads for PhotoShop actions to edit some stuff from a recent shoot. I did NOT expect to end up sitting here for about an hour reading through old journals that I had posted, and I didn't think it would compel me to write an update, yet that's what I find myself doing now... Madness. I'm currently undertaking a Le

I am not afraid to keep on living I am not afraid to walk this world alone Honey, if you stay, you'll be forgiven Nothing you can say could stop me going home.

I recall once on the Church steps when I moved to kiss your chest, how we paid such close attention to each sweet and stuttered breath. I should've stopped to paint our picture; captured honest pure affection, just to document the difference between attraction and connection. I can see all of my friends and I break into empty buildings, when the coast is clear with backbacks full of beer. We'd throw our bottles from the rooftops, at the city- it looked endess. Besides, I still don't see the difference between real purpose and that urgent adolescence. And I remember in a basement sharing sweat with all these stranger boys and girls. We'll cha