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Believe nothing you hear, and only one half that you see.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
Listen: there’s a hell of a good universe next door; let’s go.
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Live as if you were to die tomorrow.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
Razors pain you, rivers are damp, acids stain you, and drugs cause cramp. Guns aren't lawful, nooses give, gas smells awful. You might as well live.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
Extraordinary things are always hiding in places people never think to look.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
When you're dead, they really fix you up.
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My claustrophobia itched to the point where clawing at my own skin seemed to be my only method of relief.
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I need the sunshine and the paving stones of the streets without companions,
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Life sucks, but then you find hope and you can’t wait to die.
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Weed is like sex. First you do it for love, then you do it for your friends, and then you do it for money.
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Silence is so freaking loud.
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If only one could leave this life slowly.
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You see things; you say, 'Why?' But I dream things that never were; and I say 'Why not?'
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Purple does something strange to me.
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Do not lose your heart to a faery prince. It never ends well.
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I don't have to tell you things are bad. Everybody knows things are bad.
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Suicide or murder, there is no other way, and there never was.
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Whatever may be the tensions and the stresses of a particular day, there is always lurking close at hand the trailing beauty of forgotten joy or unremembered peace.
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I need to be alone. I need to ponder my shame and my despair in seclusion.
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I can’t breathe. I squeeze my eyes shut.
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I wanted a perfect ending. Now I've learned, the hard way, that some poems don't rhyme, and some stories don't have a clear beginning, middle, and end.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
Forget your woes and let your troubles lay. And when it's morning again, they'll wash away. Here it's safe, here it's warm.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
Your comfort zone is a place where you keep yourself in a self-illusion.
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Let’s watch out for the unpredictability and the wildcat jumps of contrarian people, whose sole interests are soaring targets at high-speed, at all costs and without any consideration.
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I'm that complicated, mysterious, yet content with the "simple" things in life. Don't try to understand me; you won't figure me out. But you're free to like me the way I am.
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Hit me with those green eyes, baby, as the lights go down, Give me somethin' that'll haunt me when you're not around; Cause I see sparks fly whenever you ... smile.
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There are certain qualities of light that blur the years.
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We leave something of ourselves behind when we leave a place, we stay there, even though we go away. And there are things in us that we can find again only by going back there.
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There are so many fragile things, after all. People break so easily, and so do dreams and hearts.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
That corpse you planted last year in your garden, has it begun to sprout?
