the life.
(all taken by they-call-me-fox)
Happy, whatever that is. I might have it smeared all over my face.
Wiener.
A study: 26 March 2013
“People simply empty out. They are bodies with fearful and obedient minds. The color leaves the eye.”
Sleeps with braids, snow in late March, and tea with honey.
New stripes new day new love.
Ladylike, per usual.
The alarm wakes. The apish arms reach. The day begins.
That was hours ago,
and I’m still fucking tired,
but look at my life.
It’s good. It’s great. It’s wonderful.
The second photo was mid-trip. I survived.
Tuesdays.
Live jazz and drinks.
