Every tree is different. Yixing can no longer remember how many trees he's photographed, but he can tell you, with certainty, that they are all different. The shred of the bark or the shape of the roots or the length of the branches. sigh gpoy
When I read, I read in parts. I skip parts first then read everything in whole. So I saw this:
Stars, Yixing thinks, are something Yixing's used to photographing. He spent a lot of hours on the roof of his university's physics building taking pictures of those. They'd seemed so still from his vantage point, lying on his back with his camera pointed upward and the concrete roof under his back.
and I wanted to throw cupcakes at you. Make me cry why don't you. (edit: i have to explain that in the two years in which i did my thesis, some nights i had to spend in the laboratory alone overnight, with almost no sleep. and some of those nights i would be so depressed i would cry. our laboratory is on the 4th floor and sometimes i would go up to the roof and cry there, or just stare out into the city or the stars, because our building was in a part of the university that wasn't very well lit so you could see the stars. so yeah. did you stalk me or something. ;;;;; ♥ )
This part made me clutch at my chest because sobs. Sobs dreams. Sobs feelings. --> Sometimes taking a photo is just like painting. When Yixing starts photographing skyscrapers for his second book, he learns to paint the sky and the horizon and the upward slant of steel with the tilt of his camera lens.
That whole part made my heart burn. ;___;
“No cardboard cutouts,” Yixing says, and Jongin’s smile grows larger and sweeter, and Yixing longs for his SLR. ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
Okay I think I'll just resort to heart icons because honestly maia, i hate you the way yixing hates kris in this fic.
Yixing considers opening the curtains but the room is cast in a soft glow like this so he doesn't. My favorite time of the day aside from sunrise/pre-dusk ♥ ;__;
It’s a technique Yixing rarely gets right, but when he does, it’s the kind of picture that takes your breath away. I demand to see these photographs. Like if you have to pull them out of your ass, you have to show them to me. They have to exist or I will dream about this forever. Sigh.
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When I read, I read in parts. I skip parts first then read everything in whole. So I saw this:
Stars, Yixing thinks, are something Yixing's used to photographing. He spent a lot of hours on the roof of his university's physics building taking pictures of those. They'd seemed so still from his vantage point, lying on his back with his camera pointed upward and the concrete roof under his back.
and I wanted to throw cupcakes at you. Make me cry why don't you. (edit: i have to explain that in the two years in which i did my thesis, some nights i had to spend in the laboratory alone overnight, with almost no sleep. and some of those nights i would be so depressed i would cry. our laboratory is on the 4th floor and sometimes i would go up to the roof and cry there, or just stare out into the city or the stars, because our building was in a part of the university that wasn't very well lit so you could see the stars. so yeah. did you stalk me or something. ;;;;; ♥ )
This part made me clutch at my chest because sobs. Sobs dreams. Sobs feelings. --> Sometimes taking a photo is just like painting. When Yixing starts photographing skyscrapers for his second book, he learns to paint the sky and the horizon and the upward slant of steel with the tilt of his camera lens.
That whole part made my heart burn. ;___;
“No cardboard cutouts,” Yixing says, and Jongin’s smile grows larger and sweeter, and Yixing longs for his SLR. ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
Okay I think I'll just resort to heart icons because honestly maia, i hate you the way yixing hates kris in this fic.
Yixing considers opening the curtains but the room is cast in a soft glow like this so he doesn't. My favorite time of the day aside from sunrise/pre-dusk ♥ ;__;
It’s a technique Yixing rarely gets right, but when he does, it’s the kind of picture that takes your breath away. I demand to see these photographs. Like if you have to pull them out of your ass, you have to show them to me. They have to exist or I will dream about this forever. Sigh.