December 2011
i really don't think i have ever had a year suck...
but i grew up and learned a lot from it.
going ice skating tonight with hillary for new years.
maybe, just maybe, i’ll party and get drunk afterwards.
i guess i don’t really want to though. drink, that is. i hated it before. i hated the idea of it. so why am i getting drunk all the time now?
i spent new years last year completely sober but surrounded by at least 150 other completely wasted young adults. even managed to...
2011 in Photos: A Blog Post
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Voyeurism (January 2, 2011)
2011 started out strong, but after returning from a trip to California my inspiration drastically declined. It was turning to film that really brought my work back to life, 120 film specifically. There was something so intimate about developing a roll on the floor of Ryan’s bedroom that I couldn’t shake.
And just like that, January ended.
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i’m one of those people that people quickly grow tired of.
i grow tired of myself sometimes.
TEXAS IS REALLY FUCKING FAR
sometimes i hate myself.
ha, just kidding.
that’s all the time. derp.
I like cold white powder, not coke. The different...
elithedude:
The girls who do it to say they do it
The girls who want to “impress” guys
The girls who hated skiing
The girls who want to date a snowboarder
The girls who just want gnarly gear
The girls who enjoy it, but don’t care enough to commit
Then there is the cool ass chicas that ride because they love the feeling of cranking down the mountain, getting splashed with powder and...
sometimes i don’t know what to do with myself. and by “myself” i mean, photography. it hurts to see kids in high school doing what i was doing. senior pictures, family photos, self portraits. making money. it’s been merely a year and a half and i’m already so disconnected. i’ve shot a few weddings here and there. i have maternity photos lined up and people call...
i feel sick and it’s all in my head. my stomach is fine, i don’t have any signs of being sick other than the constant urge to throw up. the only thing keeping me from projectile vomiting is the amount of water i am drinking. i believe i’m now finishing up my 3rd 900ml bottle.
i need a cold pillow ice water a cuddle buddy super soft pajamas
well, i have three of the four. better...
last night i got way too drunk along with some of my really awesome friends.
i don’t remember any of it after my 11th shot and 3rd cigarette.
i need to stop.
scissor sisters radio on pandora
rockin out
Listen
iiiiit's payday
you know what that means?
NOTHING.
2000ml
match that with water
and so begins the downward spiral of knowing what i’m doing but not being strong enough to make myself stand up. kind of like blacking out drunk, isn’t it?
intoxication is my friend, my company
a parasite, however
feeding off of the endorphins that something as simple as a hug could generate sobriety knows no defense against the growing power of the abuser the smoke the happy pill the bottle
and i happen to be the one who can live if only i am able to find meaning in the fact that i am supporting something, even if it is parasitic.
i know this but i can’t bring myself to stop.
Anonymous asked: did you pick up drinking because you can't smoke O_O pretty sure your blog has stated you don't like drinking
i'm feeling....winey
me: pour me a glass of that chardonnay
myself: don’t mind if i do
I: fuck yeah it’s party time
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Anonymous asked: Do you not celebrate Christmas?