this is my 100th post in this new place.
your hands plunge 100 stories down into somewhere, maybe my heart, maybe my throat, maybe my canal-like veins. it's like Venice out here, dirty and old and romantic. and full of water. what things carry water?
your eyes, when you try not to cry.
i like it when you try not to cry. i feel like i'm looking in a mirror, except your tears are falling out of MY eyes.
hello
my name is rose. i take photos at rosekuo.org. i write. i collect thoughts here.
this place is for my notes on photography, poetry, prose, creations, discoveries, movement, daily, thoughts, and other rose-like things. some more things i find funny and/or impactful can be found @tigerosesee my work:
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everything here is written/photographed and copyrighted by rose kuo unless otherwise stated. i document many quotes here, and i will always give authorship credit. please don't hesitate to contact me if i fail to do so.
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