SO I WANT TO PREFACE THIS by saying that I think I looked plenty cute before and this was kind of a side effect of lifestyle changes I made for specific health reasons!!! But I lost 80 pounds this year
In which dhillsphotography manages to capture not what I felt at the moment, but what I would feel one month hence: that I am an old god, and tired; and unless I close my eyes and cut with certainty, I’ll expire, slowly, under the strangling weight of the perfections I possess.
bad tan lines: check
actual, literal here’s mud in your eye: check
also in your ears: check
also caked into your braid: check
grass in places the sun don’t shine: check
the evil faerie prickle that is the sense memory of getting electrocuted: check
skin like the surface of mars: check
tough mudder completed: FUCKING CHECK
the incomparable crownedinwood snapped this pic of @thewiggleofjudas and me, oh, what seems so long ago.
a reminder to myself of the sweetnesses in the world, in other people; of their spun-sun hair mingling with mine, the rough denim against my cheek, their voice in a cellar surrounded by strings. a thing to hold on to on a night when it’s so hard to believe that the world is at all ours.
Being a Compilation of the Sort of Self-Celebration that has Many Individuals Shaking their Heads in Disdain, or
I Couldn’t Narrow it Down Any Further Because I’m So Goddamn Precious: An Adventure in Six Eight Parts.
Part 1: Naked Girl Reading (with mascot/prop)
Part 2: A Woze in Wolf’s Clothing
Part 3: A Dog and His Girl
Part 4: We Filter Because We Care
Part 5: Paintball and Tough Mudder: A Musing in Owch Minor
Part 6: Sometimes a Cigar is Just a Deep and Irredeemable Desire to be Kara Thrace
Part 7: Baby’s First Bee Sting
Part 8: So Say We All, or I Was Serious About the Kara Thrace Thing