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    Hey there. Come to join the fun?

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    artisticflamer:

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    Liar Liar Pants On Fire: So uh, an introductory post eh? Hi, I’m Axel, I’m tall, I’m weird, I’m…

    artisticflamer:

    So uh, an introductory post eh?

    Hi, I’m Axel, I’m tall, I’m weird, I’m an artist and sometimes writer.

    I like boys, I like girls, I like you for you.
    I like piercings.
    I like music.
    I like art.
    I like books.
    I like to cook.
    I like knickknacks.
    I like tattoos.

    I am a whimsical thinker with…

    Not with a polaroid and iPod you’re not, babe. Seriously? 

    I’m not what?
    And did you just call me babe?
    Are you a sixteen year old girl or something?

    not gonna be famous. and yeah, you get babe. i figured i might as well use your native language. ;)

    Hey hey, did I say I was going to use those particular items to grab my stardom? No. And just because I myself am a babe, does not mean I need to be called one. And you never answered my question. Are you a sixteen year old girl? Because we language like that I wouldn’t put it past you. No matter how boyish you look.

    Nah, but people become famous for their personalities and identities, and if yours involves iPods and polaroids, well, all i’m saying is that went out of style last year. and the term babe can’t be ascribed to yourself- you have to earn it. 

    why are you so concerned on whether i’m a boy or girl? 

    “You are just jealous, because you’re short, blonde and don’t have my witty charm and dashingly good looks of sexiness. I have a personality to boot, I just need to keep moving around before someone discovers me. I will ascribe words to myself all I fucking want. Because you speak like a girl, ‘babe’, yet you seem to look like a boy. Not saying you sound like a girl, but you sure as hell sound like one.”

    “Of course. a personality delightfully accented with a polaroid and iPod,” Roxas gave a half laugh and shook his head. “And I’m a guy. Duh.

    So, hey, what kinda art are you into anyway?”

    “Damn straight. I’ll rock your socks one day. I’ll be in galleries and on billboards, on TV and in movies. You’ll be so sick of seeing my face that you’ll put a blindfold on.

    Art art, none of the that contemporary shit with junk found on the side of the road. I paint, I water colour, I draw. I do whatever I can to make it look how it needs to look, more fun that way. What about you? What are you into?

    “Good luck with that. Might as well grab a blindfold now, cause that’s not what critics are into now. They eat up that contemporary shit. 

    Me? I’m a photographer. Black and white, SLR. Darkroom and all that jazz. Other than that, I’m studying music theory.”

    “Well aren’t you just a little pretentious shit then. All high and mighty with your SLR and darkroom skills, I learnt them too and I miss it so, the mighty fine smell of chemicals in the morning.

    And I’m me, they’ll want to see me and my art with a burning passion.” He laughed,

    "Pretentious? Never. I never mentioned anything about my skills," Roxas chuckled under his breath and turned his head. "And yeah, the glorious smell of chemicals in the morning is kinda the norm when you work all night. I work my ass off. I don’t care who the critics think I am. 

    And what the hell do you mean by you’re ‘you’?”

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    artisticflamer:

    twilightlens13:

    artisticflamer:

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    artisticflamer:

    twilightlens13:

    Liar Liar Pants On Fire: So uh, an introductory post eh? Hi, I’m Axel, I’m tall, I’m weird, I’m…

    artisticflamer:

    So uh, an introductory post eh?

    Hi, I’m Axel, I’m tall, I’m weird, I’m an artist and sometimes writer.

    I like boys, I like girls, I like you for you.
    I like piercings.
    I like music.
    I like art.
    I like books.
    I like to cook.
    I like knickknacks.
    I like tattoos.

    I am a whimsical thinker with…

    Not with a polaroid and iPod you’re not, babe. Seriously? 

    I’m not what?
    And did you just call me babe?
    Are you a sixteen year old girl or something?

    not gonna be famous. and yeah, you get babe. i figured i might as well use your native language. ;)

    Hey hey, did I say I was going to use those particular items to grab my stardom? No. And just because I myself am a babe, does not mean I need to be called one. And you never answered my question. Are you a sixteen year old girl? Because we language like that I wouldn’t put it past you. No matter how boyish you look.

    Nah, but people become famous for their personalities and identities, and if yours involves iPods and polaroids, well, all i’m saying is that went out of style last year. and the term babe can’t be ascribed to yourself- you have to earn it. 

    why are you so concerned on whether i’m a boy or girl? 

    “You are just jealous, because you’re short, blonde and don’t have my witty charm and dashingly good looks of sexiness. I have a personality to boot, I just need to keep moving around before someone discovers me. I will ascribe words to myself all I fucking want. Because you speak like a girl, ‘babe’, yet you seem to look like a boy. Not saying you sound like a girl, but you sure as hell sound like one.”

    “Of course. a personality delightfully accented with a polaroid and iPod,” Roxas gave a half laugh and shook his head. “And I’m a guy. Duh.

    So, hey, what kinda art are you into anyway?”

    “Damn straight. I’ll rock your socks one day. I’ll be in galleries and on billboards, on TV and in movies. You’ll be so sick of seeing my face that you’ll put a blindfold on.

    Art art, none of the that contemporary shit with junk found on the side of the road. I paint, I water colour, I draw. I do whatever I can to make it look how it needs to look, more fun that way. What about you? What are you into?

    "Good luck with that. Might as well grab a blindfold now, cause that’s not what critics are into now. They eat up that contemporary shit. 

    Me? I’m a photographer. Black and white, SLR. Darkroom and all that jazz. Other than that, I’m studying music theory.”

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    artisticflamer:

    twilightlens13:

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    twilightlens13:

    Liar Liar Pants On Fire: So uh, an introductory post eh? Hi, I’m Axel, I’m tall, I’m weird, I’m…

    artisticflamer:

    So uh, an introductory post eh?

    Hi, I’m Axel, I’m tall, I’m weird, I’m an artist and sometimes writer.

    I like boys, I like girls, I like you for you.
    I like piercings.
    I like music.
    I like art.
    I like books.
    I like to cook.
    I like knickknacks.
    I like tattoos.

    I am a whimsical thinker with…

    Not with a polaroid and iPod you’re not, babe. Seriously? 

    I’m not what?
    And did you just call me babe?
    Are you a sixteen year old girl or something?

    not gonna be famous. and yeah, you get babe. i figured i might as well use your native language. ;)

    Hey hey, did I say I was going to use those particular items to grab my stardom? No. And just because I myself am a babe, does not mean I need to be called one. And you never answered my question. Are you a sixteen year old girl? Because we language like that I wouldn’t put it past you. No matter how boyish you look.

    Nah, but people become famous for their personalities and identities, and if yours involves iPods and polaroids, well, all i’m saying is that went out of style last year. and the term babe can’t be ascribed to yourself- you have to earn it. 

    why are you so concerned on whether i’m a boy or girl? 

    “You are just jealous, because you’re short, blonde and don’t have my witty charm and dashingly good looks of sexiness. I have a personality to boot, I just need to keep moving around before someone discovers me. I will ascribe words to myself all I fucking want. Because you speak like a girl, ‘babe’, yet you seem to look like a boy. Not saying you sound like a girl, but you sure as hell sound like one.”

    "Of course. a personality delightfully accented with a polaroid and iPod," Roxas gave a half laugh and shook his head. "And I’m a guy. Duh.

    So, hey, what kinda art are you into anyway?”

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    artisticflamer:

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    Liar Liar Pants On Fire: So uh, an introductory post eh? Hi, I’m Axel, I’m tall, I’m weird, I’m…

    artisticflamer:

    So uh, an introductory post eh?

    Hi, I’m Axel, I’m tall, I’m weird, I’m an artist and sometimes writer.

    I like boys, I like girls, I like you for you.
    I like piercings.
    I like music.
    I like art.
    I like books.
    I like to cook.
    I like knickknacks.
    I like tattoos.

    I am a whimsical thinker with…

    Not with a polaroid and iPod you’re not, babe. Seriously? 

    I’m not what?
    And did you just call me babe?
    Are you a sixteen year old girl or something?

    not gonna be famous. and yeah, you get babe. i figured i might as well use your native language. ;)

    Hey hey, did I say I was going to use those particular items to grab my stardom? No. And just because I myself am a babe, does not mean I need to be called one. And you never answered my question. Are you a sixteen year old girl? Because we language like that I wouldn’t put it past you. No matter how boyish you look.

    Nah, but people become famous for their personalities and identities, and if yours involves iPods and polaroids, well, all i’m saying is that went out of style last year. and the term babe can’t be ascribed to yourself- you have to earn it. 

    why are you so concerned with whether i’m a boy or girl? 

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    magnificentruin:

Trent Parke / Magnum photosSydney, Australia, Summer Rain 1998

gorgeous

    magnificentruin:

    Trent Parke / Magnum photos
    Sydney, Australia, Summer Rain 
    1998

    gorgeous

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    Fantastic Vivian Maier self portraits

    awesome

    (Source: itsjanna)

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    artisticflamer:

    twilightlens13:

    Liar Liar Pants On Fire: So uh, an introductory post eh? Hi, I’m Axel, I’m tall, I’m weird, I’m…

    artisticflamer:

    So uh, an introductory post eh?

    Hi, I’m Axel, I’m tall, I’m weird, I’m an artist and sometimes writer.

    I like boys, I like girls, I like you for you.
    I like piercings.
    I like music.
    I like art.
    I like books.
    I like to cook.
    I like knickknacks.
    I like tattoos.

    I am a whimsical thinker with…

    Not with a polaroid and iPod you’re not, babe. Seriously? 

    I’m not what?
    And did you just call me babe?
    Are you a sixteen year old girl or something?

    not gonna be famous. and yeah, you get babe. i figured i might as well use your native language. ;)

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    Well, hey there, thanks for following

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    artisticflamer:

    As you sit on the edge of the pier and stare into the sun
    you wonder, what really has occurred
    what has begun?
    how will this implement your life?
    and change what you can show
    to the world and to do what you can
    to be the bigger, better man.

    words pour from your mouth and
    form sentences to illustrate your point
    you can’t help but laugh at the
    ridiculous images they create
    and how they perform out to
    you like a show
    but it doesn’t matter
    nothing more matters when you can do this,
    just go.

    not bad…

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Hey, name's Roxas. Just your average college sophomore suffering from a bad case of retrograde amnesia since high school (for reasons I'd rather not divulge here). I'm currently studying darkroom photography with a minor in music theory. I used to skateboard a lot, but haven't been doing it too much lately (and nope- not the cause of my amnesia...two shots left, babe).
Things I never go without? My Nikon EM SLR camera, Sennheiser over ear black headphones (Mum swears I'm going to blow my ears out), my SanDisk mp3, and packet of Lifesavers.

Favorite bands are Filter (and inspiration for blog title- my top favorite song) and Tokio Hotel. Favorite photographer? Markus Hartel, currently.
Weird quirk/superpower?
Only thing I managed to hold onto was my freakish ability to name and point out every constellation in the sky, no matter the season.
Well, I'll prob be using this space to spam you all with photography and bitching about the state of the world which causes me to bang my head against the closest hard surface (nope, not the cause either- one left and you're probably gonna keep right on guessing, aren't you?).
Until next time.

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