my bed was right underneath this window. i laid there at night with the shutters open and it was so warm but a breeze always came in and it was so, so good. no screens, no bugs, no locks, no blankets.  this might be my only memory that i can truly classify as perfect. it was so beautiful i could cry.
remember when i did art :(
i miss my fat little man :<
lol what else is new
my boyf michael
occupy ballstreet
you heard it here, folks
shitty mood = midnight photography long exposure, poor focus (both this picture and me)
looks like garf fell asleep writing me love notes today (p.s. not staged at all. he just really is that precious)
bought this for my bathroom. NOT JUST A BLOG, IT’S A WAY OF LIFE