"Unbeing dead isn't being alive..."

Au Revoir, Tumblr.
I’ll come visit soon.

Today was good, I think I’ll keep it.

Smile Friday- “I just realized it’s Friday after living the whole day.” edition.

Upon re-looking at this photo I realized just what it is about her eyes that I adore. They gleam with the surprise of tomorrow. They are two little reasons to hope. I’m not a hopeful person, unless looking into those spheres of promise.

Out of all the things that I hate about being poor, I hate not being able to afford film the most. I miss the excitement you feel and the hope after you hear the sound of the shutter. I miss feeling like I am actually creating something worthwhile. I miss the weight of it, it is just heavy enough to feel important. I don’t really feel significant without it, I know that’s lame. I know I’ve only been doing it for a few months, but seriously it’s become my favorite thing about myself, sans motherhood. I cannot wait until I can shoot again. I have so many ideas just boiling in my skull.

Indian Summer, fucking finally.

I tried to get a photo of myself with all the leaves in my hair, but you can’t really tell and I just look super depressed, haha.

Scarlet got a hold of a marker the other day.
This was the result.

Look at my stupid lip. I bite it while I read, and in the past 24 hours I read all of Wicked and the last 2/3rds of What Looks Like Crazy on an Ordinary Day.

Amy Jo painted her that awesome owl shirt, and sent those hot pink ass-kicking boots in the mail. Also, she named that dog Toto all by herself after watching The Wizard of Oz like a month ago. She carries it around in an ice cream bucket sometimes. She’s too smart for her own good.