there is a light but i can’t see it i know it ‘s there I can feel it I feel the dark It’s close by and suffocating me just a little but then I remember there is a light I just can’t see it.
He was in the darkroom messing around with his photos. With his passion. She stood outside, looking in, and smiled on the heart she only ever saw through this window, sparkling red in the darkroom light.
negatives, positives…
She threw off her trench coat and kicked off her boots, spilling a bottle of already spilled acid. The boots dyed. She flicked on the light and found a picture of her father in Puerto Vallarta, sipping a beer. It hung on the line; he looked her in the eye. She put on her jacket and put the photo in her pocket, not caring to wear her boots outside.
As my father put me to bed, all i could think of was how dark my room was. The kind of dark that envelops your soul, really makes you think about who you are and whats going to become of you. He promises me that nothing bad will become of the dark, but I know better. I am ten years old, and living in the midst of a war.
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Spooky, holding on to whatever is around you. Trying desperately to find some source of light to show what it is you bumped into. Heavy breathing, becoming more and more frightened. Then finally you find a switch, you flip it, and nothing happens. You sink to the floor and curl into a ball.
I hate this word. It has two words that I don’t like in it. Dark. The time of day when the scary things come out. Room. Four walls that confine me. Ew.C
Darkroom photography
Darkrooms elicit dark actions
Mark a room as dark
Render it blank
Is blank dark, is dark blank
Darkrooms are full of mystery and delight
Or scarry scenes
My room is dark too dark too sleep
Too dark too light
A light dark room is best
I’m in a darkroom, I’m afraid of the dark which may sound normal because scary things usually take place in darkness. But also you could argue that the most beautiful thing takes place in darkness : A baby growing in the womb.
Draco walked slowly behind his instructor, itching to pull his wand from his robes to cast ‘lumos.’ He thought it absurd that his stupid therapist had suggested he try some muggle hobbies to “broaden his horizons and simultaneously ‘stick it to his parents.'” He had to admit, the latter idea was appealing but he did not want to be caught dead in this muggle contraption called a “darkroom.”
quiet. lonley and scary. the Human centipede. Scary stitches. I don’t like scary movies. Pocahontas is my favorite movie. I love Disney movies. I live where Disney did. My town is famous.
I like darkrooms. A darkroom gives me the chance to think. It’s comfortable and quiet. Though I am afraid of the dark, I feel safe when I’m alone in a darkroom.
It’s a quiet place. A place where magic happens. Before you know it, the blank page comes alive with an image from the past. Even in the dark, memories come flooding back as that moment is forced to surrender to the captive nature of time.
thing develop in the dark. Surprisingly, sometimes it’s not what we expect all the time. Maybe what Forrest Gump’s mother holds some truth. Life is like a box of chocolate, you never know what you’re gonna get.
i love to develop in the darkroom.
it is isolation, but a calm isolation that is not lonely. there in the darkroom, i discover myself.
with the quiet comes comfort. and sight is muted, giving way to my internal thoughts.
A darkroom can be helpful in some situations. When you need to get away from the world, it’s there. If you need to slip a kiss on someone’s lips, it can help you in that department. To some people, a darkroom is horrible.
Dakroom – a mysterious place where wonders reveal themselves slowly and cautiously, a vaccum in time devoid of light and sound, there is only you and the record of that snapshot frozen in time
it pitch b;ack man i can see a songerle thing /. blacl black black dark room. man i want some dark cholcolate. its so creamy and dark. and sleep and fine looking. i hate the emilies theyr both so dumnb. their heads must be blackroomed and stuff.
Dark. Room. I need room because my mood is dark. I’m not dark – I’m light with dark thoughts. My pistol is dark – shiny blue steel. The gunpowder is dark. The muzzle flash is bright. Goodbye squirrel. Get out of my room.
I don’t remember much of my childhood. There are a few stories of specific events that I can recall, but that’s all; just a collection of select events. I’m missing a steady stream of recall and this absence permeates throughout my years until after highschool it begins to wane. It feels as if there are folder full of unreviewed negatives waiting for their turn in the darkroom of my mind, but the sign on the door reads “Closed”.
Photographs lie. With the proper tools and a bit of time, you can change the world as you saw it just enough to make it something it’s not. This can be for good or evil, but the motivation determines that. Happy with the world? Angry?
Janice opened the door that she had kept locked for almost a year. Without thinking, she reached above her head and pulled the chain that turned on the eerie red light that allowed her to see.
I used to hate sleeping in a dark room, so I slept with the light on. Soon after I got used to the dark, I watched a semi-scary movie, which freaked me out a lot, causing me to sleep with the light on again. Now, I have the light from my fish tank on at night and it works well.
Darkrooms seem eerie to me. Nothing but the low glow of red lights as you wait for negatives to develop. Everything inside is cast in a pale reddish haze. I think that if I spent too much time inside one, I would go slowly insane and my vision would permanently bear a reminder of the darkroom.
a closed door only keeps one thing out, a barrier only acts as such to those unwilling to go through the process of overcoming it. take a picture, it lasts longer.
I blinked wildy as my surroundings faded to black. I looked around frantically but everything was distorted by the shadows. I was in some sort of dark room, and there was no way out. I tried to scream, but no sound escaped.
Once there was a dark room. I would describe it to you, but, you see, it was kind of dark… There were shadows… and stuff… That’s about it. I win?……………………………………….
I just got in and went down to the basement to my darkroom. I found a nest to mangy squirrels there that just started howling in my direction. I threw some stop bath at them and ran like hell.
I stepped into the darkroom, and the door to the light slammed shut behind me. Taking a deep breath, I stretched out my hands, and touched a soft fabric. I pulled myself towards it and settled into your embrace.
oh man. Where to start. Thought about building one. This magical place to make pictures come true. Then found out that color darkrooms are insane and prohibitively expensive. So instead I think about how nice it would be, and send away my pictures instead. Another nice dream, but not one I can realize. Which might be better, in the end.
Its was really late, i had been almost thirty minutes since the act. Breathing still agitated. I tried to process all that had happened, i had been 4 years since the last encounter.
I wanted to ask something, but nothing really interesting come up. Why ruining the moment with trivial questions?.
Nothing but the darkroom. Nothing but what just happened. No attachments, no feelings… just calm. The calm that only sex can make.
photos. photoshop. Those boys that try really hard to be artsy- tight pants, way farer-like glasses, bracelets and guitar picks. pretty pictures? I don’t take very good pictures, are disposable cameras still in vogue?
It’s a place where people develop photographs. It could also be used as a kinky spot to have sex with a partner. You know, with that hot red light and all. Even though you might destroy precious photographs. Are these things even around anymore? WE had one in high school.
Photography, Saturday classes. Mann. Secrets. Love. Shhhh. Beauty.
there is a light but i can’t see it i know it ‘s there I can feel it I feel the dark It’s close by and suffocating me just a little but then I remember there is a light I just can’t see it.
He was in the darkroom messing around with his photos. With his passion. She stood outside, looking in, and smiled on the heart she only ever saw through this window, sparkling red in the darkroom light.
negatives, positives…
She threw off her trench coat and kicked off her boots, spilling a bottle of already spilled acid. The boots dyed. She flicked on the light and found a picture of her father in Puerto Vallarta, sipping a beer. It hung on the line; he looked her in the eye. She put on her jacket and put the photo in her pocket, not caring to wear her boots outside.
As my father put me to bed, all i could think of was how dark my room was. The kind of dark that envelops your soul, really makes you think about who you are and whats going to become of you. He promises me that nothing bad will become of the dark, but I know better. I am ten years old, and living in the midst of a war.
darkroom camera obscura obscurate obdurate oscillate masticate I’m not gonna go there mediate meditate vegitate cucumber salad days haze happy days happy daze away days
She looked in at me; I who never stopped working on “those damn photos”. She quiety tiptoe’d in behing me and hit me over the head with the axe.
Shit…that hurt, I called from the grave.
Spooky, holding on to whatever is around you. Trying desperately to find some source of light to show what it is you bumped into. Heavy breathing, becoming more and more frightened. Then finally you find a switch, you flip it, and nothing happens. You sink to the floor and curl into a ball.
I hate this word. It has two words that I don’t like in it. Dark. The time of day when the scary things come out. Room. Four walls that confine me. Ew.C
dark lonely crazy melancholic bad sad dirty cautious elegant death grief superstition ghosts danger
Darkroom photography
Darkrooms elicit dark actions
Mark a room as dark
Render it blank
Is blank dark, is dark blank
Darkrooms are full of mystery and delight
Or scarry scenes
My room is dark too dark too sleep
Too dark too light
A light dark room is best
I’m in a darkroom, I’m afraid of the dark which may sound normal because scary things usually take place in darkness. But also you could argue that the most beautiful thing takes place in darkness : A baby growing in the womb.
Draco walked slowly behind his instructor, itching to pull his wand from his robes to cast ‘lumos.’ He thought it absurd that his stupid therapist had suggested he try some muggle hobbies to “broaden his horizons and simultaneously ‘stick it to his parents.'” He had to admit, the latter idea was appealing but he did not want to be caught dead in this muggle contraption called a “darkroom.”
quiet. lonley and scary. the Human centipede. Scary stitches. I don’t like scary movies. Pocahontas is my favorite movie. I love Disney movies. I live where Disney did. My town is famous.
I like darkrooms. A darkroom gives me the chance to think. It’s comfortable and quiet. Though I am afraid of the dark, I feel safe when I’m alone in a darkroom.
It’s a quiet place. A place where magic happens. Before you know it, the blank page comes alive with an image from the past. Even in the dark, memories come flooding back as that moment is forced to surrender to the captive nature of time.
Darkroom. Are you dark enough to enter? Is your soul dark enough? Your thoughts? If not, they will be when you get in. Trust me. I should know.
thing develop in the dark. Surprisingly, sometimes it’s not what we expect all the time. Maybe what Forrest Gump’s mother holds some truth. Life is like a box of chocolate, you never know what you’re gonna get.
i love to develop in the darkroom.
it is isolation, but a calm isolation that is not lonely. there in the darkroom, i discover myself.
with the quiet comes comfort. and sight is muted, giving way to my internal thoughts.
A darkroom can be helpful in some situations. When you need to get away from the world, it’s there. If you need to slip a kiss on someone’s lips, it can help you in that department. To some people, a darkroom is horrible.
Dakroom – a mysterious place where wonders reveal themselves slowly and cautiously, a vaccum in time devoid of light and sound, there is only you and the record of that snapshot frozen in time
it pitch b;ack man i can see a songerle thing /. blacl black black dark room. man i want some dark cholcolate. its so creamy and dark. and sleep and fine looking. i hate the emilies theyr both so dumnb. their heads must be blackroomed and stuff.
Dark. Room. I need room because my mood is dark. I’m not dark – I’m light with dark thoughts. My pistol is dark – shiny blue steel. The gunpowder is dark. The muzzle flash is bright. Goodbye squirrel. Get out of my room.
I don’t remember much of my childhood. There are a few stories of specific events that I can recall, but that’s all; just a collection of select events. I’m missing a steady stream of recall and this absence permeates throughout my years until after highschool it begins to wane. It feels as if there are folder full of unreviewed negatives waiting for their turn in the darkroom of my mind, but the sign on the door reads “Closed”.
Photographs lie. With the proper tools and a bit of time, you can change the world as you saw it just enough to make it something it’s not. This can be for good or evil, but the motivation determines that. Happy with the world? Angry?
Janice opened the door that she had kept locked for almost a year. Without thinking, she reached above her head and pulled the chain that turned on the eerie red light that allowed her to see.
I used to hate sleeping in a dark room, so I slept with the light on. Soon after I got used to the dark, I watched a semi-scary movie, which freaked me out a lot, causing me to sleep with the light on again. Now, I have the light from my fish tank on at night and it works well.
Isn’t a darkroom where you develop photos?
There is a dark room in my house,
the candle wick is wet.
Darkrooms seem eerie to me. Nothing but the low glow of red lights as you wait for negatives to develop. Everything inside is cast in a pale reddish haze. I think that if I spent too much time inside one, I would go slowly insane and my vision would permanently bear a reminder of the darkroom.
a closed door only keeps one thing out, a barrier only acts as such to those unwilling to go through the process of overcoming it. take a picture, it lasts longer.
I blinked wildy as my surroundings faded to black. I looked around frantically but everything was distorted by the shadows. I was in some sort of dark room, and there was no way out. I tried to scream, but no sound escaped.
Once there was a dark room. I would describe it to you, but, you see, it was kind of dark… There were shadows… and stuff… That’s about it. I win?……………………………………….
I just got in and went down to the basement to my darkroom. I found a nest to mangy squirrels there that just started howling in my direction. I threw some stop bath at them and ran like hell.
I stepped into the darkroom, and the door to the light slammed shut behind me. Taking a deep breath, I stretched out my hands, and touched a soft fabric. I pulled myself towards it and settled into your embrace.
a place to crash and sober up from last nights hang over. no lights!
oh man. Where to start. Thought about building one. This magical place to make pictures come true. Then found out that color darkrooms are insane and prohibitively expensive. So instead I think about how nice it would be, and send away my pictures instead. Another nice dream, but not one I can realize. Which might be better, in the end.
Its was really late, i had been almost thirty minutes since the act. Breathing still agitated. I tried to process all that had happened, i had been 4 years since the last encounter.
I wanted to ask something, but nothing really interesting come up. Why ruining the moment with trivial questions?.
Nothing but the darkroom. Nothing but what just happened. No attachments, no feelings… just calm. The calm that only sex can make.
photos. photoshop. Those boys that try really hard to be artsy- tight pants, way farer-like glasses, bracelets and guitar picks. pretty pictures? I don’t take very good pictures, are disposable cameras still in vogue?
a photographers OASIS…A DIMMLY LIT ROOM, I’ AFRAID OF THE DARK,KING TUTS TOMB IN THE PYRAMID, A COLOR ON THE WALLS, A COMPOUND WORD.
It’s a place where people develop photographs. It could also be used as a kinky spot to have sex with a partner. You know, with that hot red light and all. Even though you might destroy precious photographs. Are these things even around anymore? WE had one in high school.