vera

About me:

üdv. vagy valami, i’m vera



“I am an excitable person who only understands life lyrically, musically, in whom feelings are much stronger [than] reason. I am so thirsty for the marvelous that only the marvelous has power over me. Anything I cannot transform into something marvelous, I let go. Reality doesn’t impress me. I only believe in intoxication, in ecstasy, and when ordinary life shackles me, I escape, one way or another. No more walls.” --Anaïs Nin


i have a bad habit of letting things disappear. oops.

yes, i am a photographer, technically. but most of what ends up here is just me and my friends living our lives. the occasional actual photograph slips in. i trust you and your smart brain will be able to distinguish the two.

i take pictures and post them here before i forget. some of them are good, some of them aren’t. i don’t really care which. ну и что! feel free to decide that. i’m not particularly qualified to judge either way. i’m not particularly qualified for a lot of things, actually. but you aren't either so, two can play that game.

this is mostly a place to leave my photos before they disappear. which they probably will pretty soon because i spend an embarrassing amount of time wallowing in self pity. that sounds terrible when i type it out. i'm not that desperate. i just have bad luck with liquids.

i live somewhere cold. can you guess where? hints will not be provided. maybe you’ll figure it out if you crawl your way into my messages. if do you, a nice congratulations will be sent your way. na jó, meglátjuk..

i forget names but remember faces, sorry if you become a victim. you can say hi, it won’t be weird.

i also do art, its pretty neat.

mostly mixed media - acryl, needlework, watercolors, pencil..




would love to meet other creatives, people who like to have a chat, anyone with a strange idea or a story to tell. music, photos, drawings, films, whatever. unfinished stuff counts more. if the conversation goes somewhere good, great. if it doesn't, that's fine too. i am mostly just curious who ends up here and what they have to say before they realize i am probably not that interesting and then the whole thing kind of implodes. which is fine. prob my fault





with white innocence the children fight the devils red evil but end up only fighting themselves
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in the land of the dying sun it will be a special one to remember those who spilled blood, their fingers covered in foreign mud