Few photos I took of my beautiful friend Seymond, when we hung out a few days ago. 

Disposables I took during the last week of October.

Sjodin's sink in Writing class

Seymond blowing out the candle on her birthday cookie!

fireworks and sparklers galore (Halloween)

Megan feeling a sick Kary's temp

baking class @school

Pho date with Ev, Jess and Himani @ what is, lets face it; Himani's second home

And lastly, a corner of my room. 

Hope your November isn't total shit,

love always,

-T

 xxx

PS, 7 weeks until Christmas! 

no pressure 

EL VERANO  

                (the next two are from a shoot I did at The Fair, thanks to Cairo for doing the make-up!)

meself

I believe this is my first time working with film, I'm pretty happy with how these turned out :)

mah homies. 

basic breathing

                                                         Happy Birthday, Jessica.

                             
                              
soulful braiding.

pale asians roasting in the sun

A Few of My Favourite Songs

Music sharing time!


Marina's latest album is perfection. The worst part is, shes coming here in the summer and I can't go because the damn venue doesn't allow minors.

The tickets are pretty cheap, and the show is the day right before my birthday. It would have been the best birthday ever, if I  got to see her live! Asdfghjkl I hate everything.

took this a couple days ago when my friend stayed over
blehh my scanner makes colours dreary

“you live like this, sheltered, in a delicate world, and you believe you are living. then you read a book… or you take a trip… and you discover that you are not living, that you are hibernating. the symptoms of hibernating are easily detectable: first, restlessness. the second symptom (when hibernating becomes dangerous and might degenerate into death): absence of pleasure. that is all. it appears like an innocuous illness. monotony, boredom, death. millions live like this (or die like this) without knowing it. they work in offices. they drive a car. they picnic with their families. they raise children. and then some shock treatment takes place, a person, a book, a song, and it awakens them and saves them from death. some never awaken.”

- anaïs nin, the diary of anaïs nin, vol. 1: 1931-1934

"A true artist does not define success based upon approval from others. A true artist need only please himself."  
                                                                                

Always.

the pitter patter of the rain is
the soothing hand on my back
Hey. Hey, its going to be okay.
its the one tune
I could leave on the record forever, and
the plunging raindrops
were the only thing that
kept me company on
Sunday afternoons

something I wrote on 03.09.12.

I haven't been taking photos that much. I've been itching to take some selfies but the batteries died for my remote. This is the view from across the street of my house, I guess it goes to show you that I simply can't stop taking pictures. Whenever I see an interesting: face, light, location, anything, I always wish I had my camera in my hands.