Maybe not quite on theme here but this was the coziest bed I’ve ever been in.
me
“There is, I think, a fear of love.
There is a fear of love.” – Colum McCann, Let the Great World Spin.
Did the thing.
Morning fog.
Because I’ve got an app now that lets me watermark photos so I don’t even need to put them on my computer.
And because I promise I’m not letting my crazy ruin an amazing evening.
And because this might be my favorite (dirty) photo of us.
Sir and I are somewhere special. It’s his anniversary gift to me and it’s amazing.
He was trying to take pictures of me showering and be sexy. When I saw them, I proceeded to freak out because I can’t win.
I haven’t worked out very much since I’ve been visiting him which has made me a little nuts. This was the only photo I was basically remotely okay with and it sucks that I can’t just relax and enjoy myself here and have a fun, sexy time with him.
Fuck.
I think my aesthetic sometimes hovers between trashy and sweet.
Hi, tumblr. Happy New Year.
I have resolved to make serious progress on my negative, harmful relationship with my body in 2015.
Part of this is a little project of posting a “new” (never before posted) picture of myself to this tumblr every day. This one’s from earlier this month, but I’ll try to keep them fairly current.
Yeah, it’s a little navel-gazey. But I think the act of photographing myself and sharing myself will give me the clarity of a healthier self-perception and the accountability to face my body every day and be like hey I don’t want to be enemies anymore.
So, here’s to 365 photos and getting closer to wellness.
I spent most of yesterday collared and plugged.
It was a good day.
Wet hair.