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“Still, what I want in my lifeis to be willingto be dazzled—to cast aside the weight of factsand may

“Still, what I want in my life

is to be willing

to be dazzled—

to cast aside the weight of facts

and maybe even

to float a little

above this difficult world.”

― Mary Oliver

Model: Jessica

August 2017


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“So we’ll just let things take their course, and never be sorry.” ― F. Scott Fitzgerald, Bened

“So we’ll just let things take their course, and never be sorry.” ― F. Scott Fitzgerald, Benediction. 

Model: Lillias 

September 2016


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“If you wish to call me yours, then you will have to act as if you are mine. On the front of surrend

“If you wish to call me yours, then you will have to act as if you are mine. On the front of surrender, there is no middle ground.” ― Nenia Campbell, Star Crossed. 

Model: Vaunt

March 2016


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“I did not know whether I would ever speak to her or not or, if I spoke to her, how I could tell her

“I did not know whether I would ever speak to her or not or, if I spoke to her, how I could tell her of my confused adoration. But my body was like a harp and her words and gestures were like fingers running upon the wires.” – James Joyce

Model: Sienna Hayes

September 2017


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“She smiled and said with an ecstatic air: “It shines like a little diamond”,“What

“She smiled and said with an ecstatic air: “It shines like a little diamond”,
“What does?”
“This moment.” ― Jean-Paul Sartre, 

Model: Raven Lynette

April 2016


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“The only real battle in life is between hanging on and letting go.”― Shannon L. AlderModel: Raven L

“The only real battle in life is between hanging on and letting go.”― Shannon L. Alder

Model: Raven Lynette

April 2016


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 The rope does not define my limits so much as I do. Model: Mary Celeste November 2015

The rope does not define my limits so much as I do. 

Model: Mary Celeste 

November 2015


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I am not the finished poem you would have me be. I talk too much and not at all. You would not recog

I am not the finished poem you would have me be. I talk too much and not at all. You would not recognize me if you passed me on the street. I am distorted, detached and disorganized and after years of trying to change, I’ve found that it suits me fine.

Model: Anastasia

November 2015


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