i am at that point where i have absolutely no dressing sense. whatever i wear i look like a clown. always imperfect. already ruled out feminine shit ok because all i have is shirts and short kurtas. very few t-shirts. i don't even know what i wanna look like. i don't have it in me to figure it out rn.
Patrizia mit Bogen, (Patrizia with Bow), 1989, by Günter Blum
Vintage Blue Toned Silver Gelatin Photograph
hey girl are you my slerp schedule because i am fucking you up
i have holes in my t-shirts that i wear at home. they are getting bigger with each day. and i'll wear them till i can stick my head through the holes.
very freeing to tell your friend you have nothing going on. what is up with me? isolation. in my room. 24x7.
another one of my aunts is pregnant. which in itself is shit news but if this one also turns out to be a boy i will be very fucking disappointed, sad even.