Hi. I am Lydia, happy owner of Eerie Silence. Here's a little about me.
I absolutely love God, life, music, food and the camera, but really the people that are involved in my life. This is my personal photo journal in which I want you to feel. With entries that are heart felt. The ones that draw more than just my memory back at a moment. My goal is to create an environment where this is possible.
For me there is something fulfilling about taking photographs and falling completely in love with it and the memories it creates. With that being said, photography is crazy important to me, and if for you too, then we're totally going to be a great fit!
We're Getting Good at This
Snapshots For One Hour
Constatly Battering Myself
Cupid Stuck Me With a Sickness
There's This Boy...
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Girl, Tonight You Look So Pretty
Brand New Eyes; Rough Draft
Submissions and Answers: Part II
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Oxygen, nitrogen and argon
A night after a specific day, when I tried to wake up, I noticed I began to deflate from my navel. My body was wrinkling as a piece of paper would. I was switching to a strange stage of gas. After the metamorphosis I felt much better. It was a dark gray air with much pollution. At any case it was noticeable it was city air. If good isn't the most healthier it's what humans prefer. As I am well aware, even in this situation, I decided to be consistent with my new dimension and probe to be breathed by the one sleeping next to me. Without going into details, I know how to do better things. As I was not satisfied by the sexual experience. My vapors got inflated then I became a hurricane. I flew I say three to four laps, and got tired at the fifth. This room is way too small for the things I dream about...
... I am sorry for my boyfriend, and the glass that carry me, I escaped out the window. I jumped in a heartbeat. But I was unlucky and when I tried to fly right back I became human again... Don't miss the funeral.
Air, I dreamed that I was air for a moment. Oxygen, nitrogen and argon. Shapeless, no color. I was flying air.
Victoria Yuen said on April 17, 2014 at 10:51 AM
Hi Lydia! Love your photos and your blog :-)).
januarysublime said on July 22, 2014 at 10:45 AM
Your eye brows look absolutely perfect!