A basic course in self love
relative reading material:
Bovine belly draped in tinsel,
hickeys and bruises photographed
for the scrapbook;
hands held flat by duct tape, praying
therapy works for dreamers.
A basic course in self love
relative reading material:
Bovine belly draped in tinsel,
hickeys and bruises photographed
for the scrapbook;
hands held flat by duct tape, praying
therapy works for dreamers.
I always wonder what it means when a few weeks/months go by and I can’t stop taking self portraits. There are clearly defined weeks/months/years in which I don’t want to take pictures of myself and then there are times when I can’t stop. I don’t think it’s out of vanity (though, that’d be an alright reason), but I do think it’s out of some desperate need to understand myself and hope that other people will understand me.
Does this happen to you, too?
GPOY
Reading Michelle Tea’s Rose of No Man’s Land on my patio swing, in a state of undress, pretending it’s warmer out than it really is.
(Source: annawintour, via ceedling)
I’m going for the Best Day Ever title.
Woke up next to a lovely person in Banff after deciding to take a midnight road trip to the mountains the night before. After a locally-sourced Eggs Benny in the small town diner, he dropped me off at home. I then walked to the market by my place (it’s 15C and sunny as heck out), purchased some bubbly wine and fancy macaroons for a dinner party that I am about to depart for, where there will be hand-made cheese, a secret main course and lemon squares from a local bakery.
Going for the record. This photo is me, pre-dinner, with the cat I am sitting.
Tomorrow I start work at my new job - I’m excited, nervous, etc. Decided to spend my last day of unemployment cleaning and organizing my apartment in an attempt to clear my mind. It totally worked.
My pal Luke and I spent the afternoon strolling through Chinatown/Princes Island Park. It was at least 10 degrees Celsius, which is ridiculous for mid-January on the Canadian prairies. Luke and I have been friends since elementary school and we’ve been through lots together. I only get to see him once a year or so, but it’s always quality time well spent when we do hang out.
My life
a comic about menstruation
no single picture has ever more eloquently summarized my life
gpoy I’m cute and I’m having period sex tonight
From st Denis and jean talon thousands strong
Echo shooting me today - stolen from @photoplasia (Taken with instagram)
I decided to make this rebloggable, in case anyone wanted it as such!
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