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Spencer Tunick’s installations encompass dozens, hundreds or thousands of volunteers; and his photographs are records of these events.
oh my god
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I’m a bit sad and a little happy. I’m scared, overwhelmingly sometimes. I’m impatient and overly passionate about everything we are and especially what we aren’t.
As summer approached I was less and less enthusiastic about it. I was leaving family behind, my innocence and what was left of my childhood. I was positive I would make it out breathing and a heart in my chest, maybe a few pieces array. Ironically enough, here you come. A friend. An old friend with history and a bond that we’d forgotten.
Now we’re here, stuck in the middle and I’m as lost as I was before graduation. I’ve gone and made the mistake of putting everything I feel; passion, trust, witty banter, lust, secrets, into this one person. There’s no way in the world you could be labeled as a mistake, I just want to be with you.
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