People always say that it hurts at night
and apparently screaming into your pillow at 3am
is the romantic equivalent of being heartbroken.
it’s 9am on a tuesday morning
and you’re standing at the kitchen bench waiting for the toast to pop up
And the smell of dusty sunlight and earl gray tea makes you miss them so much
you don’t know what to do with your hands.
Justin Bartels - Impression (2012)
I can’t not reblog this.
This is the best thing on the Internet. We undress everyday and it shows us how confined we are. Those imprints show how uncomfortable we are throughout each day just to impress other people. We create prisons in our own clothes. We are a prisoner in a socially constructed idea of what is beautiful.
yes its back
Books are the plane, and the train, and the road. They are the destination, and the journey. They are home.
ugh, today is leg day at the gym….
Opening your heart and being courageous and telling people that you care about them or like them or that you think they’re special only makes you a better, bigger, kinder, softer, more loving person and only attracts more love in your life.
"Many cultures celebrate the passage of a child towards adulthood. Among the Krobo of Ghana, young girls carry on an ancient tradition. Every year, girls undergo a transition to adulthood.In the beginning of the Dipo, each woman enters a house where they shed their clothing representative of their childhood and put on a new, mature set of clothing by their ritual mother. Then, they shave their heads and wash in the river which is meant to cleanse the body and spirit in preparation for womanhood. During this ceremony, they dance to music to celebrate their passage into womanhood, represent their families by wearing handmade beads passed down for generations, but most importantly, to impress a suitor and the tribe’s chief with their new found grace and beauty.” - Anthony Pappone
While in the lavatory on a domestic flight in March 2010, I spontaneously put a tissue paper toilet cover seat cover over my head and took a picture in the mirror using my cellphone. The image evoked 15th-century Flemish portraiture. I decided to add more images made in this mode and planned to take advantage of a long-haul flight from San Francisco to Auckland, guessing that there were likely to be long periods of time when no one was using the lavatory on the 14-hour flight. I made several forays to the bathroom from my aisle seat, and by the time we landed I had a large group of new photographs entitled Lavatory Self-Portraits in the Flemish Style.