heroines


...show me you


“i dont get it. women are gorgeous. the female body a feast.

why do people shoot women with the intention to delete all imaginary possible flaws? why not shoot them in such a way the result looks like a celebration of women? a picture that looks like a party for your eyes and everyone is invited!
i tried to practice what i preach today.
shoot women. bites lip*. cant wait to get those pics developed.”

La fille d’O

we are...
[Jennavev] [taylor] [rush] [diana] [Z]
[kalei] [matt]

This is my best friend. Her name is Taylor Wallis Kirkpatrick and I haven’t seen her in over a year. We met my freshmen year of high school during french class; it was her junior year of high school. Within the first week of meeting her I witnessed her snort a line of coke off the text book during class. I was completely mortified. I had never seen coke in real life up until then nonetheless seen anyone snort it up right next to me. I remember she lifted her head from the desk, wiped her nose gently and then turned to me and very politely asked “would you like some?” Obviously, I said no. I had never even smoked weed before up until then. But of course, eventually when the time finally came, the first time I ever smoked weed was with her. The first time I ever did acid I was with her, too. I remember being completely mesmerized by Wallis and the way her mind worked. I had never in my life met anyone else like her. The best thing about it was even as we became inseparable, although I admired her for living the ridiculously crazy lifestyle that she did despite what anyone had to say about it, I never felt the need to impress her nor did I feel I had to be like her to be her friend. All I wanted was to be there with her. We are completely different people. She calls me her soul sister and never fails to remind me how much I mean to her whenever we speak. I make sure to do the same. She was and still is to this day the most honest and understanding person I’ve ever met. I have spilt my dirtiest and darkest secrets to her and she has never judged me nor criticized me for any of my mistakes. Wallis moved up to Jacksonville almost a year ago but we’ve still remained so close, maybe closer than we ever were before, through mail and daily phone calls. I miss her so much most days and I really can’t wait until the next time I see her. These days she’s kicked all her bad habbits…at least most of them. She’s stunning, isnâ! �™t she? I can’t imagine the person I’d be now with out her.
this just made me smile :)  it’s the kind of friendship that great stories are made of… and she’s already a legend in my eyes, as are you.  it’s good to hear from you again Khrystin, yours is still one of my favorite photos!
…she is stunning!
-matt
…show me you

This is my best friend. Her name is Taylor Wallis Kirkpatrick and I haven’t seen her in over a year. We met my freshmen year of high school during french class; it was her junior year of high school. Within the first week of meeting her I witnessed her snort a line of coke off the text book during class. I was completely mortified. I had never seen coke in real life up until then nonetheless seen anyone snort it up right next to me. I remember she lifted her head from the desk, wiped her nose gently and then turned to me and very politely asked “would you like some?” Obviously, I said no. I had never even smoked weed before up until then. But of course, eventually when the time finally came, the first time I ever smoked weed was with her. The first time I ever did acid I was with her, too. I remember being completely mesmerized by Wallis and the way her mind worked. I had never in my life met anyone else like her. The best thing about it was even as we became inseparable, although I admired her for living the ridiculously crazy lifestyle that she did despite what anyone had to say about it, I never felt the need to impress her nor did I feel I had to be like her to be her friend. All I wanted was to be there with her. We are completely different people. She calls me her soul sister and never fails to remind me how much I mean to her whenever we speak. I make sure to do the same. She was and still is to this day the most honest and understanding person I’ve ever met. I have spilt my dirtiest and darkest secrets to her and she has never judged me nor criticized me for any of my mistakes. Wallis moved up to Jacksonville almost a year ago but we’ve still remained so close, maybe closer than we ever were before, through mail and daily phone calls. I miss her so much most days and I really can’t wait until the next time I see her. These days she’s kicked all her bad habbits…at least most of them. She’s stunning, isnâ!
 �™t she? I can’t imagine the person I’d be now with out her.

this just made me smile :)  it’s the kind of friendship that great stories are made of… and she’s already a legend in my eyes, as are you.  it’s good to hear from you again Khrystin, yours is still one of my favorite photos!

…she is stunning!

-matt

…show me you




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