This is a tumblelog, kinda like a blog but with short-form, mixed-media posts with stuff I like. Scroll down a bit to start reading, or a bit more to read more about me.
Not sure what kind of flower it is, but I was walking in a field of dried grass and seeing this flower blooming so beautiful, gave me a lot of encouragement. Even when things seem to go wrong I like to go back to this photo and remind myself that I just need to be a flower and bloom.
Location: Needville, Tx
Photographer: Lincoln Gimmi (me)
Father and Son by *ShinnAthhaWakamiya
Models: Andrew and Pete Perales
Location: Freeport, Tx
Photographer: Lincoln Gimmi (Me)
The sorting hat has placed me correctly. Now time to make Head of House, Professor Snape proud.
Severus Snape by *cblair
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NASA just revealed the design of the Space Launch System (or SLS), which unlike the Space Shuttle will be able to take humans beyond Earth’s orbit to places like the moon or Mars. View bigger.
New York, US: The unisphere is seen as the sun sets during day 12 of the 2011 US Open
Photograph: Mike Stobe/Getty
Not too far from home :/
Photos by Rodolfo Gonzalez, Jay Janner, Ricardo B. Brazziell AMERICAN-STATESMAN and Terry Hagerty BASTROP ADVERTISER
Fire crews continue to battle several fires across Central Texas Tuesday. Winds are expected to be lighter today, but low humidity could help flames spread quickly, forecasters say. There is no chance of rain.
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Another photo someone made using my moon.
Look, I knew the problem was me, but see I couldn't take it.
And when it all came crashing down, I couldn't face it.
Now the single tears that are falling down my face, it represents every single year I've gone to waste.
But I can change inside, if you would take the time to help me along the way. Maybe you can save my life. And now I'm begging, begging you to be my savior.
I ain't you placing you in charge of my fate, just say you'll see me later.
And then I'm down on my knees, I'm screaming at the sky, (WHY?!)
Demanding me a reason why God would take my life.
And make it so, so ridiculously difficult.
I'm getting ripped apart inside my heart, it's like it's difficult.
And I swear to God, dawg it's all I can take.
I'm either gonna stand tall or fall on my face.
Actually thinking, dad gone it, I never ask for much.
Maybe to just have a love in my life that would add it up.
And now I'm standing here holding this letter, I hope it gets better.
But every notions they know, they know better. (I can).
But something deep drives me to send it with posted stamps.
Maybe I feel closer to her reflected through broken glass.
It's like a hopeless chance, chosen by the molten man.
Hold my hand and I'll show you emotions that would close your past.
It's so unreal sitting here, looking at the pills I took, I'm feeling chills now... but God, it feels so good, thank you.
