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About Me

why hello there cowboy! My names Jess and i live in a town of the living dead. but lets not get into that shall we. im currently studying a foundation in Art and Design and loving every second of it. i specialise in photography, im currently grooving on the work of Herb Ritts, Henri Cartier-Bresson and Eve Arnold.
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Naps, when ever, where ever
I love long building sneezes
During summer i like swimming in the sea
I like long walks to find the perfect picnic spot
Climbing tree and getting all that green stuff on me
walking around cities and looking up at all the wierd and wonderful designs
Talking to randomers
Sitting in Cafe Nero's with my hot chocolate and people watching
I love dancing to music in my room
I like making things
I really enjoy traveling. whether it be to equador or to aldeburgh. i think thats my gypsy roots coming through.
I love driving places especial when i have all my favourite people in my car
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That love thang

Love is like the most beautiful flower man has ever laid eyes on.its ever changing petals glisten in the dew of heart felt kisses. its stem glows a deep green with a thousand sweet nothings that hang ...
Posted by on Fri, 01 Aug 2008 08:50:00 GMT

Lunch time at work..

Time flutters by, I wait, I want. What I want I can't have, for if I did I would want and strive no more. I think of people, what they mean to me and what they want from me. Should I give them all I...
Posted by on Fri, 27 Apr 2007 17:49:00 GMT

In a small town

Stuck in a town called limbo, I walk through the crowd lost and alone. I find my self in a small park, the flutter of children's laughter reaches my ears and for a while I feel safe. I lean against a ...
Posted by on Tue, 03 Oct 2006 17:14:00 GMT

At night

I lay in bed thinks once more, why is it so cold? The windows open, the curtains pulled through the small gap that connects me to a world out side my own. The curtains are pulled outside by the wild ...
Posted by on Wed, 12 Jul 2006 06:32:00 GMT