I like

feel good movies.
movies about new york.
movies about different cities.
movies that win narrative, city, and documentary awards. 

 WHICH REMINDS ME, its that time of year! TriBeCa Film Festival :) 

Getting Low

I like to do that

So…

according to the original description I typed up, this blog was supposed to be for documenting 2011. and oh shit, look at that, its suddenly 2012. With the winter travel haitus and  discovery of Twitter and Instagram there is no need to post as much, neither do I ever bother to re-blog, so there: its officially being used solely for extended musings and random follows. Just like a million others.. anyway..

I’m broke. I want to go shopping. I have no hair, and little want for makeup. Normally this would mean me looking malnourished, but I found someone who makes good eggs, and brings home bread and lends me new shirts socks sweaters to spice up the wardrobe.

Also, screw you professors, the galleries you send me to are the true inspiration and guiding light for getting through your crap methods of educating. Even though they’re not crap, they’re annoyingly effective, and it seems it is just my temperament that gets in the way. 

This having nothing to do is getting to me quickly… wait, what did I do last year? oh i had a boyfriend and a job!? werd, both are MIA right now. And the year before that? time to consult the timeline. anyway in a week i’ll be in class again. Hoorayy

I’m not waiting for christmas to be over…

I’m doing my 2011 recap now. This year has been filled with a disgusting amount of love and grace and amazing people and places. Florida, Washinton, England, New York, you, you, and of course YOU.

On the other hand, I may have broken my crying record, and wanted to vandalize some beds with koolaid and dirt, but damn, it was worth it. Especially for all the shit in this world that could use some equally deepemotion action.

I’m making a mad dash to get out of school, drop red meat for good, get some serious tattoos on me, do more crunches, pay more bills, make more art.

Thank you to everyone that bought me drinks, threw me over their shoulder, hugged me, tucked me into bed, and fed me. Cause what more could a 21 year old girl ask for? <3

haha!

plasticvines:

Nice tattoo! What does it mean? NOTHING.

I’m sick of people saying that you should only get a tattoo if it “means something.” Tattoos don’t have to mean anything. They can be there purely because the person thinks it looks awesome. Sure, tattoos with meaning are nice, but definitely not mandatory. It’s a body modification, and doesn’t always have to be some fucking conceptual art piece about your childhood or life struggles. AESTHETICISM, MAN.

/rant