Anonymous said: so i've been secretly following you for awhile now (actually around the time you started the blog…does that make me a creeper? haha) anyways, i just wanted to let you know that you inspire me so much. you have grown so much as a photographer/writer/person over the years. thank you for sharing your life with us :)
According to Tumblr, I’ve been writing and posting pictures on this thing for a little over five years. Five years ago,
I wrote like this:
I’ve been sitting here for the last 15 minutes thinking, and I had an epiphany. It’s all so clear now. Girls refer to guys as cute in order to exert their superiority over the target male within the confines of that relationship. They’re basically saying, “I’m more mature than you, more cultured than you, more intelligent than you.” Hence, when I observe and describe you, I refer to you as cute – like a little baby.
Solution: Refer to the target female as ‘cute/adorable’ before she refers to you as such.
It’s war, folks. And I hate losing.
I edited photos like this:
And my hair looked like this:
All I can say is thank you for enduring that – all of that. These past five years have been filled with immense joys, painful heartaches, and many many laughs. Thanks for coming along for the ride.
PS. I hope this post can serve as a tangible reminder that anyone can get better at anything. You just need to practice.
Anonymous said: I have a crush on you and you AREN'T a decade older than me ;)
I can die happy now. Thank you.
Anonymous said: What are some of your favorite books??
Too many to name, but I’m currently enjoying The Collected Stories of Lydia Davis. She’ll take you through an entire story with just one or two sentences. She’s hilarious, too.
I have this nagging idea of who I should be in my head; and I think about him often. He’s incredibly articulate, richly cultured, takes his coffee black. He watches thoughtful films (they’re always films, never movies), listens to the finest music, and says the right things at precisely the right times. He travels. And reads.
I often wonder, though, if this idea of myself is actually who I am. Is that person real? Or have I just been fooling myself for far too long? “If you tell a lie big enough and keep repeating it, people will eventually come to believe it.” Maybe that applies here. Maybe there’s a part of me that naively believes that if I try long enough to be this other person that, sooner or later, I will be.
So inevitably, I spend more time trying to be that person than being myself. Say the things he’d say, do the things he’d do. And sometimes, on days like these, I love that other person more than I love myself.
"Were we, in fact, really still friends - like we said we were, and thought we were, and which comforted us as we each staked out new lives in cities where we didn’t really know anyone at all? Or, I wondered, were we just slowly transforming into simpler and more easily digestible fictional characters to one another - in other words, becoming our profile pictures…"
He’d stopped trying to bring her back.
She only came back when she felt like it, anyway, in dreams and lies and broken-down déjà vu.
Like, Park would be driving to work and he’d see a girl with red hair standing on the street, and he’d swear for half an airless moment that it was her.
Or he’d wake up when it was still dark, sure that she was waiting for him outside. Sure that she needed him.
But he couldn’t summon her. Sometimes he couldn’t even remember what she looked like, even when he was looking at her picture. (Maybe he’d looked at it too much.)
He’d stopped trying to bring her back.
-Rainbow Rowell, Eleanor and Park
Once there was a man who posted pictures online of most of the things he ate. He put up pictures of most of his meals and some of his snacks with little captions.
I made this myself!
Hits the spot.
I’m gonna regret this tomorrow!!!
And plenty of times – most of the time – he simply let the pictures speak for themselves.
The sixteen, then fifteen, then sixteen, then fourteen people who followed him made fun of him for it mercilessly.
Why do you post pictures of your food?!
We don’t give a **** what u ate!!
The more they teased him, the more he did it, and the more he did it, the more they teased him.
why do u always post pics of ur food!?
He did it because it made him feel like he was eating his meals with more people.
It was the same reason he liked the teasing.
-B.J. Novak, One More Thing: Stories and Other Stories