Sunday: lying on my tummy watching my pen glide along paper, leaving behind its trail of ink.
Aug 31, 2014 / 2 notes

Sunday: lying on my tummy watching my pen glide along paper, leaving behind its trail of ink.

Aug 31, 2014 / 3 notes

Officially home. Every muscle in my body will hurt tomorrow, but I’M NOT SORRY.

Shout out to Malportado Kids and DJ Gooby ( seeeemcha ) for keepin the butts poppin all night.

Nothing like desperately needing to write your thoughts down while you’re taking a walk and conveniently being able to get a little notebook from down the street, sit down in front of a patch of grass, and unleash.
Aug 30, 2014 / 1 note

Nothing like desperately needing to write your thoughts down while you’re taking a walk and conveniently being able to get a little notebook from down the street, sit down in front of a patch of grass, and unleash.

Aug 29, 2014

Neighbor insists on bellowing You Raise Me Up in a bad opera voice + my wisdom tooth is about to pop out of my swollen gums + dire state of melancholy, BUT I’m actually working :)

Aug 29, 2014 / 63 notes

majesticunofficialblog:

http://majesticunofficialblog.com/

Vibing so hard to this right now.

EVERY WORD.

Aug 27, 2014

I’ve been ranting here a lot lately.

It’s strange how the posts on my blog reflect my current phase (is it a phase?) in life: very noncommittal, inconsistent, and lacking direction/conviction.
Someone once told me that catharsis can be found anywhere. Well, help..?
These were made yesterday. Just playing, really. I need to learn how to imply more weight/force on knees and ankles.
Each were ten minute poses I think? I should start labeling them..
Aug 27, 2014 / 1 note

These were made yesterday. Just playing, really. I need to learn how to imply more weight/force on knees and ankles.

Each were ten minute poses I think? I should start labeling them..

Aug 26, 2014

At a life drawing class.
It gets increasingly uncomfortable when only female models get hired to model for this class, obviously to cater to the majority of the artists who show up (middle aged men, of course). It’s one thing for them to sit there quietly drawing, and another when they take the initiative to tell the woman what to do, point out if/when she messes up the timer, and whether or not they like her pose. Just shut the fuck up and draw.
In all the classes I’ve taken, I’ve never heard anyone say a word to a male model while posing.

Aug 26, 2014

So…pretty sure I ate some glass beads last night??

Aug 26, 2014

Just heard the best lyrics ever:

Mom threw me out ‘til I get some pants that fit
She just won’t approve of my strange kind of wit
I get so excited, always gotta lose
Men that send me off
Let them take the cure”

35mm
Aug 26, 2014

35mm

Aug 26, 2014

Ahahahahahahahahahaha.

Oh damn, this hobah business works.

Aug 25, 2014

No means no, by the way.

+ oh yeah: not sorry.

Aug 18, 2014 / 1 note

Rant #523, callously aimed at individuals who will probably never read this:

It’s increasingly disappointing when you realize you’re slowly losing allies.  Anticipating the moment when you will finally feel completely deserted whilst being surrounded by so many “loved ones” is not a pleasant moment to await.

As I write this I’m thinking about whether having allies is important at all.  To me, they are those who will stand by you and unconditionally accept your wacky needs and ideas.  Do I even need those people, or should I just carry on striving to outwardly be the person I truly am on the inside?

I’m just trying to discover when the right moment is to stop opening up to said individuals if all I ever receive is unnecessarily harsh criticism and/or apathy.