[via Terry Richardson]
I guess this is why they say the apple never falls far from the tree. Terry is most definitely his mother’s son!
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The woods are lovely
Dark and deep
But I have promises to keep
And miles to go before I sleep
And miles to go before I sleep
I am experiencing major, major hair envy right now.
The mess I call my hair is flopping over my shoulders, proudly accentuating its misshapen layers and split ends – evidence of the last two bad haircuts I had. I know I said I wouldn’t get my straight bangs done until summer’s properly over (for fear of suffocating my forehead and embarrassing facial sweat situations) but you know, I might do this now. I just might.
The hand that feeds you might be the same one throwing you under the bus.
It’s always good to keep that in mind.
[via ffffound]
Yeah, new socks. And just because I felt like it:
http://www.formspring.me/catastrofree
Ask me anything. Okay, almost anything.
At this point I think I’m quite ready to claw my skin out. About 1.5 weeks ago I developed a sudden rash that planted itself sporadically all over my body. Each little red spot is extremely itchy and I’ve already scratched about five of them to the point of bursting. Not pretty.
And it seems like whenever a spot of skin starts to itch, these little red bumps cover the site pretty soon after. I have Canesten cream for the more delicate areas that the doctor prescribed and I’m pretty much subsisting on Cetaphil for the rest of my body. Spraying hot water from the shower nozzle does calm the itch a tad, but I know that’s not too good. I think I might have to go in for an anti-histamine jab because the creams only soothe, but they do little to remove the itch and these angry red nasties.
Ouch.
Then it dawned upon me with a certain suddeness that I was different from the others; or like, mayhap, in heart and life and longing, but shut out from their world by a vast veil. I had thereafter no desire to tear down that veil, to creep through; I held all beyond it in common contempt, and lived above it in a region of blue sky and great wandering shadows.
– W. Du Bois: The Souls of Black Folk, 1903
Twenty-O-Nine
Sure wasn’t mighty fine
Come Twenty-Ten
Uphill’s the only plan.
HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE!
keep sane, calamity jane. 