Japanese Photographer Takes Imaginative & Adorable Photos of His Daughter
Japanese photographer Toyokazu Nagano, taking just the most adorable photos of his youngest daughter, Kanna. Each picture is taken on the same road, with little Kanna giving all of her into each pose and mood.
SOOO CUUUTE but I can’t do that cheesy shit. LOL. It’s cute for like other people ya know, for me to look at and be like, “aweeee asjsksk” but nah not for me. Some pizza and a movie and let’s call it a day hahahhaha
Wish I had captured moments like these so I could play then back. Then it wouldn’t seem like such a faint memory. Oh well I will in Africa!!
I guess this is my last letter I get to write to you for at least a long time. Ironic that you probably will never get to see it. There’s a lot going through my mind so bare with me if it’s unorganized and all over the place.
Before I start writing about my confusion, sadness, disappointment, and hope, I want to tell you again that I love you and i’m sorry I ended up hurting you. Thank you for everything you have given me and there will never be a moment that I regret anything that we have made. I truly am humbled to have been your boyfriend. You have helped me become a better man. What you have given me is the gift to remember memories vividly; from sight, touch and to smell the beautiful memories we have made will forever be in my heart.
Sitting in class today with you sitting a seat away from me I thought to myself, everything has changed. The girl that was once my everything was now just apart of my past. When I think about the past weekend, I really don’t know how to recapture how each turn of events ended and unfolded the way they did; but everything did happen— and it ended in us breaking up. Is it really better this way? Did I cause you more pain than happiness and am I the only one who thinks that every time we had a silent battle that I thought that things would get better? Maybe all these questions I still ask myself proves my ignorance about our relationship. I’m sorry for all the times I didn’t understand whether you were upset or not and hence, ended up making you upset. I’m sorry that I didn’t talk sometimes when you were upset because I was scared I would say the wrong thing and I just wanted to enjoy your presence. I don’t understand how we could still be having communication problems after going through this many times in a year. Every time I felt like I knew you, one mistake would add up to another and the walls would be built back up and I would be standing on the other side.
Maybe this break is for the best of us, it really hurts to not call you mine anymore but if this is what it takes to not see you cry then that’s the way it must be. I hope you never think that there were moments that I had given up; because I never did and I always looked forward. When I talked to you about how I always stressed about impressing you every day— I would have never thought that I had made it look like it was a burden to you. I just hope that other girls never see that what I did for you is the standard of what boyfriends should do for them; because we’re all different. I can’t believe you told me that what things i’ve done for you like your birthday surprise was for my own personal gain and was for me to show off my girlfriend. No it wasn’t, it was because I believe that you had always deserved the best and at the end of the day all those gifts don’t matter and what people thought about us because I only wanted to make you smile.
I’m just going to stop there before it gets too overwhelming. Don’t worry I’m going to keep smiling no matter how hard it is. Thank you for being one the best things that have happened to me. Most importantly, thank you for telling me that you care about me and you really think that this is best for us to work on ourselves. Thank you for everything and I hope that our paths cross one day.
"And kid, you’ve got to love yourself. You’ve got to wake up at four in the morning, brew black coffee, and stare at the birds drowning in the darkness of the dawn. You’ve got to sit next to the man at the train station who’s reading your favorite book and start a conversation. You’ve got to come home after a bad day and burn your skin from a shower. Then you’ve got to wash all your sheets until they smell of lemon detergent you bought for four dollars at the local grocery store. You’ve got to stop taking everything so goddam personally. You are not the moon kissing the black sky. You’ve got to compliment someones crooked brows at an art fair and tell them that their eyes remind you of green swimming pools in mid July. You’ve got to stop letting yourself get upset about things that won’t matter in two years. Sleep in on Saturday mornings and wake yourself up early on Sunday. You’ve got to stop worrying about what you’re going to tell her when she finds out. You’ve got to stop over thinking why he stopped caring about you over six months ago. You’ve got to stop asking everyone for their opinions. Fuck it. Love yourself, kiddo. You’ve got to love yourself."