Last seen online: about 1 month ago
Photographs freeze those pieces of our life and help us remember how we were. We don't know these lost people but if you look around, you'll find someone just like them
said to Photo ophelia 'There, on the pendent boughs her coronet weeds Clambering to hang, an envious sliver broke; When down her weedy trophies and herself Fell in the weeping brook. Her clothes spread wide; And, mermaid-like, awhile they bore her up: Which time she chante'