Lazy hoodie selfies.
me
So I’m all subspaced on my couch right now with Pup because this photo took place, oh, maybe 30-40 min ago.
Pup and I were supposed to do something kind of nuts tonight, but he wasn’t feeling too well. So this is apparently what a tame night in looks like.
Office boobs, the sequel.
Important 365 photos photo because it’s probably the most representative photo I could take.
I was mid-posing when I mid-judged how much space I had and actually rolled off of my bed. The photo caught this. I think my foot looks like a flailing cat paw, like the kind in the really absurd photos of cats on the Internet. You know what I’m talking about.
But yeah. This photo probably embodies me the most of any I’ve put on here. Tried to be sexy, fell on my head.
“It’s not my responsibility to be beautiful, I’m not alive for that purpose. My existence is not about how desirable you find me.”— Warsan Shire.
I had a thousand butt puns I wanted to put on this photo and I think I deserve a medal for restraining myself.
I’ve been crazy stressed this week: I’ve got a pretty awful one-two punch of deadlines coming up. And as always to make everything worse, my body always kicks into all the yucky thoughts and the weird dysmorphia feelings kick in. It was really hard to take this photo yesterday, but I’m pretty glad I did.
When you take a bunch of photos and your favorite one is the one you took while you were trying to see if the lighting would photograph well.
“I don’t really wanna know what’s good for me.”
This, in case you are curious, is what I wore to the first play party I went to in my new city. Which I’ll totally write about fairly soon.