like brothers on a hotel bed.

I baked Apple Galette for a picnick! It was burnt, looked like a pizza, laughed at buuuuut yummy enough. NEXT: Pear Galette. (Galette/: french for "pie dish? we no so fancy, here, save yourself the trouble like so", "ooooh sodesneh.")

Say hi to my black coral bracelet too. it's that wild-looking cutie up there - my mom squirmed and called it a black slug. My dreadlocks? "Worms on your head!" The next time i come home from somewhere you just know i have a quest, to complete the trio.




I'm going to try to make this (minus sleeves) out of black satin! also, plus zipper and proper waistband.

multi-pitch, ao nang tower.

& these will be my feet in a likewise photo taken with a kickass camera i will own one day! (I'm looking at you, Ricoh GR2. or Lumix LX3, insists timmatits.) (goal: within the next 3-5 years) (if this photo did not make you shudder violently you have no soul) (or fear. power to you, but you're still a bloody tragedy.)




I just like this Frida painting a whole bunch.


Caught up with some people recently. I'd lost track of how much i genuinely like my friends. I'm looking at you, Cat and Kamiliah, Fay and Pam. Conversations go on for hours and i'm exhausted from laughing. I have friends with blazing smarts and electric hearts, you should be so jealous, of them and my asskicking galettes.