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?
I had the haircut itch for so long, finally did something about it!
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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