photos, images, thoughts, alone, in your arms. sleeping, lying awake. a blank slate for your imagination to run wild. I took a jump into the dark and now I am flying amonst the stars.
It was empty, cold, but he had no choice. He had to wait until the room filled with light again, until he could feel the warmth of the sun through the broken window again, all it would take was one glance.
She layed in the dark room, thinking about the meaning of everything and questioning what was right or wrong. She didn’t know what to do, but she couldn’t get to sleep. One sheep, two sheep, blue sheep? Maybe. She wants to be clear in her mind and heart.
She coughed up again at the unpleasant odor whisking through her nostrils. If it wasn’t for that project, she would have gone home and watched TV all afternoon. But no, it was her date with the darkroom, wrapped velvet black mystery.
photographs and images can’t be forgotten, no words needed, just a click you never know what will come out, it could be amazing, it could be awful, it could change the world. into thedark and out of the light
i was in a very dark place. i found out it was a darkroom. lots of really weird pictures all over the place. someone walked in and she was very hot. she unzipped my pants and immediately put me in her mouth. so warm. very wet and oh so good. she swallowed every drop and left. man im glad i got lost that day.
a place where you develop photos. i wish we had one at my high school because the process of developing photos has always interested me. i like the scene in vicky cristina barcelona when they are in the darkroom.
The darkroom is scary there is a demon in the darkroom it will eat you alive!!!!!!!. But this is no ordinary demon in a darkroom that iz scary and dark…it iz also….
dark room of my thoughts
my thoughts that i comppile into the box of my mind
dark room where i can be my true self
fears, emotions tho0se are in my dark room
i can be me, no need to hide my insecurtities
in my dark room i can be free
free from societies standards, free to not be the clay they wish to mold
in my dark room, there are paintings, poems,s hoes, random things that make up me
in my dark room i see all of my fantasies become realities
in my dark room of my mind
i wish i could take pictures. i feel like they are beautiful and so self reflective. everything around had the possibility to be beautiful honestly i just wish i was a phtographer. i have always wanted to take pictures. i feel like life is beautiful. i want to see him so so much. i feel like pictures are life.
If we were to die like this,
Blushing and gleaming,
Twisted and weaving
Tangled up in our secret abyss
If this were the end and God willed it so,
should this glorious night be our last
I’d stare at the light while it entered your eyes,
and know it was our time to go
When our heartbeats grew faint and our muscles relaxed
And we knew that the moment was this
I’d bring my lips close to inhale your last breath,
before letting it go with a kiss
Darkroom – photography – my friends told me how they used to hook up in the darkroom of their high school – however, I never had that experience. I’m not saying that I’m not opposed to it. Dark rooms can be creepy yet also comforting. I like when my room is dark.
In the darkroom, they met in secret. They discussed their plans for lunch, life, love and world domination. They plotted to expand their consciousness and that of all the world’s people, while they couldn’t see their hands in front of their own faces. And it was good.
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PHOTO AND THE DARK ROOM IS THE WORST. i hated sitting in the freezing cold in the effing dark for multiple hours waiting for stupid pieces of paper to soak in different solutions. seriously photo was the worst class ever.
Dark rooms are the best. Perfect for trying to find patterns in ceilings and listening to music…also perfect for looking at the person you love and only finding their eyes, their eyes see you and i wish you still saw me and i can’t not love you, i can’t not love you even though you’re done with me.
Darkroom was a game that a kid called Maithili first told me about. I never really understood what it was but it sounded very mature like something that an adult would disapprove of.
i wouldn’t mind being in a darkroom right about now.
i have a headache that’s sort of there but not really. and then out of no where it starts to throb.
continuing about darkrooms…
my room is really dark. the light bulbs blew out a couple of months ago and I haven’t changed them yet.
ow, that ding when the 60 seconds are up hurt my head.
I went into the darkroom in photography class. It was tiny. The teacher wanted two of us to go in together but it was very uncomfortably crowded with more than one person in it at a time. I really enjoyed using it though. Even if it wasn’t too spacious…
The dark room would make me feel rather sad. It’s sort of reminding me of Jane Eyre right now, but whatever. I’m thinking of stars as I look out the window in the aforementioned dark room. It’s bringing me back to my fear of the dark as a child and my belief of monsters, etc. My thoughts are traveling away from the darkroom subject now, but they have just come back. I’m in a dark room right now, actually. Typing this on my iPad in the dark room seems to have become my topic for this “assignment” of sorts. I wonder if a darkroom is where they process photos and such like in the movies dipping them in some liquid. I wonder what the results of this will turn out to be…
she walked through the set of double doors, apprehensively, but with the cool wind swirling down her back, she pushed through. The floor boards creaked beneath her, and the darkness enveloped her.
There was only a second to breath, to think, to remember. What have I done? I stand there with no words just a cold look into the deep darkness. I felt the cool touch of a hand on my shoulder. At that point my legs melted, and onto my knees I fell. I could only stare blankly at the sight i saw before me; the body of the girl I had hated for years. There was no feeling of happiness I thought I would once feel, but the feeling of regret. Why had I said such things about her, and now her lifeless body still grasping her bottle of pills lay before me.
We had waited in line all day for this. And now it was our turn, our turn to use the biggest, best darkroom in the school. The waiting list was miles long, some people where even on there twice!€
darkrooms are for developing pictures. they are empty, except for pictures of people and moments captured in life, some developed, some forgotten, some are treasures.
there she was small and alone and with no one around her. The darkroom was cold and there was a sense of wetness in their air. It was then that she realized she was not alone. Some one else was beside her, breathing her air.
I’ve always wanted a darkroom.
i can’t stand the fact that I don’t even know how to develop film properly
I can’t wait to take the proper classes and see what my knowledge
will bring me to.
I can’t wait to be able to take amazing pictures and everyone know my name.
I can’t wait for the future
for everything I know it holds.
Photos. This is where they are born. Not conceived. Photos can be changed, altered in a darkroom. They emerge from the depths of the liquids. Pushing the tub, back and forth, back and forth. Keep agitating the chemicals!
romantic yet cold..the dark room was just what i needed to accomplish my goal..goals of making him fall in love with me..Oh no voodoo magic just me and him.
Black and lifeless like a primordial ooze ripped from the beckoning of life. I sit here and watch the darkness bleed into my eye sockets and beg for the softness of the sun. This darkroom will be the end of me, and I of it.
Darkness.The smell was intoxicating. My oasis. My refuge. The only place in my life to run away and watch life happen without any obligation to join in. Pictures forming in front of me
she was in a dark room. she didn’t know how she got there. all she knew is she had this feeling, deep within her gut, that she had to get out. she had to escape or it would be the end. she felt around, looking for any thing that could give her a clue of where she was.
darkroom is the heart beacuse is in our inside the darkest place anybody never been the darkroom is in our minds beacuse our fears are put in images that only we can see, darkroom in oour reality is the
The darkroom brought out everyone’s demons. The things that everyone found easy to hide in the light but all resurfaced in the dark. The discomfort was stifling as everyone felt the burdens of everyone else weighing down. It was hard to breathe with all of the mistakes floating in air.
Aw man, I just typed a whole lot of things about dark rooms, but it got deleted :( I was saying that i like darkrooms during the night, but not during the day, unless I’m trying to take a nap or something. I like naps, and i like sleeping when it’s dark, but when it’s not sleepy time, i don’t like darkrooms. And that’s that. Yes yes yes.
in a dark room i wait with you, our hands clasped. there are tiny glowing things all around us, they might be stars but i know they’re a glowing species of worm, glittering like little crystals. you come in closer to me, squeeze my hand because you’re scared but i know that this will pass. i lean in, i kiss you, and slowly those little glowing things wink, blink, and metamorphose into real stars, glittering balls of gas light years away from us. we soar. we are astronauts.
photos, images, thoughts, alone, in your arms. sleeping, lying awake. a blank slate for your imagination to run wild. I took a jump into the dark and now I am flying amonst the stars.
It was empty, cold, but he had no choice. He had to wait until the room filled with light again, until he could feel the warmth of the sun through the broken window again, all it would take was one glance.
She layed in the dark room, thinking about the meaning of everything and questioning what was right or wrong. She didn’t know what to do, but she couldn’t get to sleep. One sheep, two sheep, blue sheep? Maybe. She wants to be clear in her mind and heart.
She coughed up again at the unpleasant odor whisking through her nostrils. If it wasn’t for that project, she would have gone home and watched TV all afternoon. But no, it was her date with the darkroom, wrapped velvet black mystery.
photographs and images can’t be forgotten, no words needed, just a click you never know what will come out, it could be amazing, it could be awful, it could change the world. into thedark and out of the light
i was in a very dark place. i found out it was a darkroom. lots of really weird pictures all over the place. someone walked in and she was very hot. she unzipped my pants and immediately put me in her mouth. so warm. very wet and oh so good. she swallowed every drop and left. man im glad i got lost that day.
a place where you develop photos. i wish we had one at my high school because the process of developing photos has always interested me. i like the scene in vicky cristina barcelona when they are in the darkroom.
The darkroom is scary there is a demon in the darkroom it will eat you alive!!!!!!!. But this is no ordinary demon in a darkroom that iz scary and dark…it iz also….
dark room of my thoughts
my thoughts that i comppile into the box of my mind
dark room where i can be my true self
fears, emotions tho0se are in my dark room
i can be me, no need to hide my insecurtities
in my dark room i can be free
free from societies standards, free to not be the clay they wish to mold
in my dark room, there are paintings, poems,s hoes, random things that make up me
in my dark room i see all of my fantasies become realities
in my dark room of my mind
i wish i could take pictures. i feel like they are beautiful and so self reflective. everything around had the possibility to be beautiful honestly i just wish i was a phtographer. i have always wanted to take pictures. i feel like life is beautiful. i want to see him so so much. i feel like pictures are life.
If we were to die like this,
Blushing and gleaming,
Twisted and weaving
Tangled up in our secret abyss
If this were the end and God willed it so,
should this glorious night be our last
I’d stare at the light while it entered your eyes,
and know it was our time to go
When our heartbeats grew faint and our muscles relaxed
And we knew that the moment was this
I’d bring my lips close to inhale your last breath,
before letting it go with a kiss
Darkroom – photography – my friends told me how they used to hook up in the darkroom of their high school – however, I never had that experience. I’m not saying that I’m not opposed to it. Dark rooms can be creepy yet also comforting. I like when my room is dark.
In the darkroom, they met in secret. They discussed their plans for lunch, life, love and world domination. They plotted to expand their consciousness and that of all the world’s people, while they couldn’t see their hands in front of their own faces. And it was good.
damage
needs
insomnio
cat
dream
eyes
solin
drums
feeling
pain
love
take
see
good bye
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PHOTO AND THE DARK ROOM IS THE WORST. i hated sitting in the freezing cold in the effing dark for multiple hours waiting for stupid pieces of paper to soak in different solutions. seriously photo was the worst class ever.
Dark rooms are the best. Perfect for trying to find patterns in ceilings and listening to music…also perfect for looking at the person you love and only finding their eyes, their eyes see you and i wish you still saw me and i can’t not love you, i can’t not love you even though you’re done with me.
A place to think, a place to be, a place to find the lost soul that is me.
Darkroom was a game that a kid called Maithili first told me about. I never really understood what it was but it sounded very mature like something that an adult would disapprove of.
i wouldn’t mind being in a darkroom right about now.
i have a headache that’s sort of there but not really. and then out of no where it starts to throb.
continuing about darkrooms…
my room is really dark. the light bulbs blew out a couple of months ago and I haven’t changed them yet.
ow, that ding when the 60 seconds are up hurt my head.
In a darkroom…alone…masterbating to internet porn. Then crying.
I went into the darkroom in photography class. It was tiny. The teacher wanted two of us to go in together but it was very uncomfortably crowded with more than one person in it at a time. I really enjoyed using it though. Even if it wasn’t too spacious…
The dark room would make me feel rather sad. It’s sort of reminding me of Jane Eyre right now, but whatever. I’m thinking of stars as I look out the window in the aforementioned dark room. It’s bringing me back to my fear of the dark as a child and my belief of monsters, etc. My thoughts are traveling away from the darkroom subject now, but they have just come back. I’m in a dark room right now, actually. Typing this on my iPad in the dark room seems to have become my topic for this “assignment” of sorts. I wonder if a darkroom is where they process photos and such like in the movies dipping them in some liquid. I wonder what the results of this will turn out to be…
Photo negatives tumble to the floor, I bump my arm into the tub of chemicals and curse my own clumsiness.
she walked through the set of double doors, apprehensively, but with the cool wind swirling down her back, she pushed through. The floor boards creaked beneath her, and the darkness enveloped her.
Can’t see outside
Can see clearer inside
I am one
There was only a second to breath, to think, to remember. What have I done? I stand there with no words just a cold look into the deep darkness. I felt the cool touch of a hand on my shoulder. At that point my legs melted, and onto my knees I fell. I could only stare blankly at the sight i saw before me; the body of the girl I had hated for years. There was no feeling of happiness I thought I would once feel, but the feeling of regret. Why had I said such things about her, and now her lifeless body still grasping her bottle of pills lay before me.
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We had waited in line all day for this. And now it was our turn, our turn to use the biggest, best darkroom in the school. The waiting list was miles long, some people where even on there twice!€
darkrooms are for developing pictures. they are empty, except for pictures of people and moments captured in life, some developed, some forgotten, some are treasures.
there she was small and alone and with no one around her. The darkroom was cold and there was a sense of wetness in their air. It was then that she realized she was not alone. Some one else was beside her, breathing her air.
I’ve always wanted a darkroom.
i can’t stand the fact that I don’t even know how to develop film properly
I can’t wait to take the proper classes and see what my knowledge
will bring me to.
I can’t wait to be able to take amazing pictures and everyone know my name.
I can’t wait for the future
for everything I know it holds.
Photos. This is where they are born. Not conceived. Photos can be changed, altered in a darkroom. They emerge from the depths of the liquids. Pushing the tub, back and forth, back and forth. Keep agitating the chemicals!
romantic yet cold..the dark room was just what i needed to accomplish my goal..goals of making him fall in love with me..Oh no voodoo magic just me and him.
Black and lifeless like a primordial ooze ripped from the beckoning of life. I sit here and watch the darkness bleed into my eye sockets and beg for the softness of the sun. This darkroom will be the end of me, and I of it.
Darkness.The smell was intoxicating. My oasis. My refuge. The only place in my life to run away and watch life happen without any obligation to join in. Pictures forming in front of me
she was in a dark room. she didn’t know how she got there. all she knew is she had this feeling, deep within her gut, that she had to get out. she had to escape or it would be the end. she felt around, looking for any thing that could give her a clue of where she was.
darkroom is the heart beacuse is in our inside the darkest place anybody never been the darkroom is in our minds beacuse our fears are put in images that only we can see, darkroom in oour reality is the
The darkroom brought out everyone’s demons. The things that everyone found easy to hide in the light but all resurfaced in the dark. The discomfort was stifling as everyone felt the burdens of everyone else weighing down. It was hard to breathe with all of the mistakes floating in air.
Aw man, I just typed a whole lot of things about dark rooms, but it got deleted :( I was saying that i like darkrooms during the night, but not during the day, unless I’m trying to take a nap or something. I like naps, and i like sleeping when it’s dark, but when it’s not sleepy time, i don’t like darkrooms. And that’s that. Yes yes yes.
in a dark room i wait with you, our hands clasped. there are tiny glowing things all around us, they might be stars but i know they’re a glowing species of worm, glittering like little crystals. you come in closer to me, squeeze my hand because you’re scared but i know that this will pass. i lean in, i kiss you, and slowly those little glowing things wink, blink, and metamorphose into real stars, glittering balls of gas light years away from us. we soar. we are astronauts.