A job is never hard if you love it!
Style goals: Welsh boy who lives in a cabin at the edge of the seaside and spends all day painting with watercolours and eating tangerines.
small dog, distended stomach matter, bullet casing
"These are the axes: (No. 1)", after Mark Aguhar’s ‘Axes’ // DiamondMind (2012)
A portfolio of previously unpublished photographs by Francesca Woodman. See more here.
- It takes a little bit of effort and time and networking and knowing the right kinds of people, but it is possible to teleport.
- Hair and clouds are actually the same thing.
- Snow will melt if you look at it long enough. No, really. You just aren’t looking at it long enough. Look longer. Longer.
- You need at least three hats and two of them should be bonnets.
- Just in case someone asks, know at least five prime numbers off the top of your head (I recommend 2, 3, 17, 53, and 139).
- Eat foods that are different colors. Like eggplants and/or Starbursts.
- If you’ve stopped looking wistfully at the snow, that’s why it’s not melting. Don’t make me say it again.
- No one actually needs to “do what they love” to “be happy” because there is gold buried just about everywhere in the world.
- Things that are optional: collars, dreams, yodeling, bowling.
- Things that are mandatory: sharks, sidewalks, dryer sheets, Belgium.
- If you leave fruit out long enough, it will turn into plastic fruit which is actually way classier and makes your house look cool like you’re a person who just buys fake fruit to impress strangers.
- The way cars work is magic. The reason your car didn’t start is because of magic. Once you accept this, it just becomes easier to be a person.
- Get 8 hours of sleep each night.
- There is no problem in the universe that cannot be fixed with 400,000 dollars, a pair of sunglasses, and leaning up against a building kinda like a cool kid.
- Go back to looking at the snow.
wise words to live by.
i just wanna say that my relationship with testosterone has been vitally important to me because it has helped me embrace and appreciate femininity that i felt i had to repress in order to be “trans enough.” my femininity is beautiful, fuckers. whatever i am is genderqueer enough, and my experience is a trans experience. the beauty of a word like genderqueer is that it necessarily means exactly what i am. and that applies to my body, too. the fat on my hips is genderqueer, even though i see dozens of pictures every day of the “ideal androgynous body” that try to tell us otherwise. fuck policing of a term that should be empowering in that it means only what we actually are. fuck the way trans bodies are ranked and repressed and forced into standard we can’t and don’t fucking want to embody. let me remind myself of this each day. amen.
reminding myself on a dysphoric day
BEST POSTS OF 2013 #42: Buud Yam.
Pughneere: You want to be a girl?
Wend Kuuni: Sure!