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Last week I shot a roll of film that I’d got free with a second hand camera. When I got back the scans I found out that the roll had already been used by the guy who gave me it and so I had double exposed it. By chance, both of us had taken a photo of a motorway landscape and this was made. His photo is from the inside of the car looking at countryside and my shot of an urban motorway is best seen on the left hand side.

This is fucking amazing

The way you say my name makes me want to cry into dirty pillowcases. The way you say my name makes me want to kiss you on the mouth.

The way you say my name makes me think of jogging down the street with a ponytail bouncing against the back of my neck: steady, rhythmic. Heartbeat. Pulsing. Sweat.

The way you say my name makes me believe in caffeinated beverages: pressing palms together at the kitchen table. Forget the church. Take me to bed instead. Neither of us are getting any sleep.

The way you say my name reminds me of stepping off of a plane. The way you say my name reminds me of elbow and knee pads. The way you say my name makes me want to try harder.

"I Don’t Know If I’m Cut Out For This" Trista Mateer (via tristamateer)
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