This summer I grew out of old clothes and old cycles and I can’t wait to do it all over again next year! Last photo is my mom at The Tate in 1980!! I wish I had taken a photo in the exact spot but that’s okay. I was shown this photo after I’d come home but funny how we took similar photos in front of similar sculptures albeit in different places. Also I shared this post once 10 mins ago and then changed some things bc it’s so hard sharing pieces of yourself (bc for one how are you able to sum up even an hour of your life in 10 boxes and limited caption space let alone several months and two it’s like not necessary?) and that’s (one of) the dilemma(s) with this social media, isn’t it? Or maybe that’s just me. I guess I could share as I go but ehhhh. Anyway, this is some of my summer but not the sum of my summer! Didn’t even show y’all the food Lordt. Thanks for looking.
This summer I grew out of old clothes and old cycles and I can’t wait to do it all over again next year! Last photo is my mom at The Tate in 1980!! I wish I had taken a photo in the exact spot but that’s okay. I was shown this photo after I’d come home but funny how we took similar photos in front of similar sculptures albeit in different places. Also I shared this post once 10 mins ago and then changed some things bc it’s so hard sharing pieces of yourself (bc for one how are you able to sum up even an hour of your life in 10 boxes and limited caption space let alone several months and two it’s like not necessary?) and that’s (one of) the dilemma(s) with this social media, isn’t it? Or maybe that’s just me. I guess I could share as I go but ehhhh. Anyway, this is some of my summer but not the sum of my summer! Didn’t even show y’all the food Lordt. Thanks for looking.
This summer I grew out of old clothes and old cycles and I can’t wait to do it all over again next year! Last photo is my mom at The Tate in 1980!! I wish I had taken a photo in the exact spot but that’s okay. I was shown this photo after I’d come home but funny how we took similar photos in front of similar sculptures albeit in different places. Also I shared this post once 10 mins ago and then changed some things bc it’s so hard sharing pieces of yourself (bc for one how are you able to sum up even an hour of your life in 10 boxes and limited caption space let alone several months and two it’s like not necessary?) and that’s (one of) the dilemma(s) with this social media, isn’t it? Or maybe that’s just me. I guess I could share as I go but ehhhh. Anyway, this is some of my summer but not the sum of my summer! Didn’t even show y’all the food Lordt. Thanks for looking.
This summer I grew out of old clothes and old cycles and I can’t wait to do it all over again next year! Last photo is my mom at The Tate in 1980!! I wish I had taken a photo in the exact spot but that’s okay. I was shown this photo after I’d come home but funny how we took similar photos in front of similar sculptures albeit in different places. Also I shared this post once 10 mins ago and then changed some things bc it’s so hard sharing pieces of yourself (bc for one how are you able to sum up even an hour of your life in 10 boxes and limited caption space let alone several months and two it’s like not necessary?) and that’s (one of) the dilemma(s) with this social media, isn’t it? Or maybe that’s just me. I guess I could share as I go but ehhhh. Anyway, this is some of my summer but not the sum of my summer! Didn’t even show y’all the food Lordt. Thanks for looking.
This summer I grew out of old clothes and old cycles and I can’t wait to do it all over again next year! Last photo is my mom at The Tate in 1980!! I wish I had taken a photo in the exact spot but that’s okay. I was shown this photo after I’d come home but funny how we took similar photos in front of similar sculptures albeit in different places. Also I shared this post once 10 mins ago and then changed some things bc it’s so hard sharing pieces of yourself (bc for one how are you able to sum up even an hour of your life in 10 boxes and limited caption space let alone several months and two it’s like not necessary?) and that’s (one of) the dilemma(s) with this social media, isn’t it? Or maybe that’s just me. I guess I could share as I go but ehhhh. Anyway, this is some of my summer but not the sum of my summer! Didn’t even show y’all the food Lordt. Thanks for looking.
This summer I grew out of old clothes and old cycles and I can’t wait to do it all over again next year! Last photo is my mom at The Tate in 1980!! I wish I had taken a photo in the exact spot but that’s okay. I was shown this photo after I’d come home but funny how we took similar photos in front of similar sculptures albeit in different places. Also I shared this post once 10 mins ago and then changed some things bc it’s so hard sharing pieces of yourself (bc for one how are you able to sum up even an hour of your life in 10 boxes and limited caption space let alone several months and two it’s like not necessary?) and that’s (one of) the dilemma(s) with this social media, isn’t it? Or maybe that’s just me. I guess I could share as I go but ehhhh. Anyway, this is some of my summer but not the sum of my summer! Didn’t even show y’all the food Lordt. Thanks for looking.
This summer I grew out of old clothes and old cycles and I can’t wait to do it all over again next year! Last photo is my mom at The Tate in 1980!! I wish I had taken a photo in the exact spot but that’s okay. I was shown this photo after I’d come home but funny how we took similar photos in front of similar sculptures albeit in different places. Also I shared this post once 10 mins ago and then changed some things bc it’s so hard sharing pieces of yourself (bc for one how are you able to sum up even an hour of your life in 10 boxes and limited caption space let alone several months and two it’s like not necessary?) and that’s (one of) the dilemma(s) with this social media, isn’t it? Or maybe that’s just me. I guess I could share as I go but ehhhh. Anyway, this is some of my summer but not the sum of my summer! Didn’t even show y’all the food Lordt. Thanks for looking.
This summer I grew out of old clothes and old cycles and I can’t wait to do it all over again next year! Last photo is my mom at The Tate in 1980!! I wish I had taken a photo in the exact spot but that’s okay. I was shown this photo after I’d come home but funny how we took similar photos in front of similar sculptures albeit in different places. Also I shared this post once 10 mins ago and then changed some things bc it’s so hard sharing pieces of yourself (bc for one how are you able to sum up even an hour of your life in 10 boxes and limited caption space let alone several months and two it’s like not necessary?) and that’s (one of) the dilemma(s) with this social media, isn’t it? Or maybe that’s just me. I guess I could share as I go but ehhhh. Anyway, this is some of my summer but not the sum of my summer! Didn’t even show y’all the food Lordt. Thanks for looking.
This summer I grew out of old clothes and old cycles and I can’t wait to do it all over again next year! Last photo is my mom at The Tate in 1980!! I wish I had taken a photo in the exact spot but that’s okay. I was shown this photo after I’d come home but funny how we took similar photos in front of similar sculptures albeit in different places. Also I shared this post once 10 mins ago and then changed some things bc it’s so hard sharing pieces of yourself (bc for one how are you able to sum up even an hour of your life in 10 boxes and limited caption space let alone several months and two it’s like not necessary?) and that’s (one of) the dilemma(s) with this social media, isn’t it? Or maybe that’s just me. I guess I could share as I go but ehhhh. Anyway, this is some of my summer but not the sum of my summer! Didn’t even show y’all the food Lordt. Thanks for looking.
This summer I grew out of old clothes and old cycles and I can’t wait to do it all over again next year! Last photo is my mom at The Tate in 1980!! I wish I had taken a photo in the exact spot but that’s okay. I was shown this photo after I’d come home but funny how we took similar photos in front of similar sculptures albeit in different places. Also I shared this post once 10 mins ago and then changed some things bc it’s so hard sharing pieces of yourself (bc for one how are you able to sum up even an hour of your life in 10 boxes and limited caption space let alone several months and two it’s like not necessary?) and that’s (one of) the dilemma(s) with this social media, isn’t it? Or maybe that’s just me. I guess I could share as I go but ehhhh. Anyway, this is some of my summer but not the sum of my summer! Didn’t even show y’all the food Lordt. Thanks for looking.
Here’s a haiku for one entering a dystopian rose garden: Close your eyes (&) ears (&) mouth To better smell the roses Beneath the exhaust
Here’s a haiku for one entering a dystopian rose garden: Close your eyes (&) ears (&) mouth To better smell the roses Beneath the exhaust
photos I took this year (except this first one taken by @atd_foto. one of my favorites) and a snippet of my NYE alone with Nina last year. that dress hugs my bum a little more now. I also hug my bum a little more now. won’t be alone this year but a win of 2022 is knowing I’d be just as happy if I were. more things made me happy than sad this year and even more things made me feel a mix of both and others. gray is such a big color.
photos I took this year (except this first one taken by @atd_foto. one of my favorites) and a snippet of my NYE alone with Nina last year. that dress hugs my bum a little more now. I also hug my bum a little more now. won’t be alone this year but a win of 2022 is knowing I’d be just as happy if I were. more things made me happy than sad this year and even more things made me feel a mix of both and others. gray is such a big color.
photos I took this year (except this first one taken by @atd_foto. one of my favorites) and a snippet of my NYE alone with Nina last year. that dress hugs my bum a little more now. I also hug my bum a little more now. won’t be alone this year but a win of 2022 is knowing I’d be just as happy if I were. more things made me happy than sad this year and even more things made me feel a mix of both and others. gray is such a big color.
Love is a vibe 🙂
Love is a vibe 🙂
Just cuz I miss her
I started this poem while having dessert by myself in London this summer and working through some disordered eating habits. The second time I went to this place mere weeks later to get this bread pudding again, they had discontinued it. But I instead got a new friend, who was also eating dessert alone at the bar and settled for the restaurant’s caramel ice cream. The new friend made the ice cream taste better and helped ease the blow of the bread pudding being unavailable.
I started this poem while having dessert by myself in London this summer and working through some disordered eating habits. The second time I went to this place mere weeks later to get this bread pudding again, they had discontinued it. But I instead got a new friend, who was also eating dessert alone at the bar and settled for the restaurant’s caramel ice cream. The new friend made the ice cream taste better and helped ease the blow of the bread pudding being unavailable.
I started this poem while having dessert by myself in London this summer and working through some disordered eating habits. The second time I went to this place mere weeks later to get this bread pudding again, they had discontinued it. But I instead got a new friend, who was also eating dessert alone at the bar and settled for the restaurant’s caramel ice cream. The new friend made the ice cream taste better and helped ease the blow of the bread pudding being unavailable.
I started this poem while having dessert by myself in London this summer and working through some disordered eating habits. The second time I went to this place mere weeks later to get this bread pudding again, they had discontinued it. But I instead got a new friend, who was also eating dessert alone at the bar and settled for the restaurant’s caramel ice cream. The new friend made the ice cream taste better and helped ease the blow of the bread pudding being unavailable.
I started this poem while having dessert by myself in London this summer and working through some disordered eating habits. The second time I went to this place mere weeks later to get this bread pudding again, they had discontinued it. But I instead got a new friend, who was also eating dessert alone at the bar and settled for the restaurant’s caramel ice cream. The new friend made the ice cream taste better and helped ease the blow of the bread pudding being unavailable.
