Had a few coins in my pocket & instead of getting the soda I was tempted with, I got these nummy grapes & cheese, then filled my cup with agua <3
I’ve been on a tech vacation for a few days, but I’m back with #zombiebarbie I wrote a bit about why I’ve been MIA lately on my facebook.com/vintageortacky page if you’re curious
Lucky
Portland - 2013
I developed my first roll of summer film. The anticipation to see whats on a roll of film is one of the greatest feelings.
(via phootcamp)
Was Loving the Mist Morning Air Wednesday, Waiting for my ride <3 (at Main & Irving)
Monday evening as I was headed home from work. The sun was a bit more red, but my phone doesn’t capture well at times. I still think it’s pretty though ;)
Rachel Wiley (via howweknewit) Teared up a little bit. For all the Fat girls. And the not-fat girls. For the Girls. For everyone. (via cora-bora)
Love
(Source: sweetdeltablues, via cora-bora)
1.
I say, ‘I am fat.’
He says ‘No, you are beautiful.’
I wonder why I cannot be both.
He kisses me
hard.2.
My college theater professor once told me
that despite my talent,
I would never be cast as a romantic lead.
We do plays that involve singing animals
and children with the ability to fly,
but apparently no one
has enough willing suspension of disbelief
to go with anyone loving a fat girl.
I daydream regularly
about fucking my boyfriend vigorously on his front lawn.3.
On the mornings I do not feel pretty,
while he is still asleep,
I sit on the floor and check the pockets of his skinny jeans for motive,
for a punchline,
for other girls’ phone numbers.4.
When we hold hands in public,
I wonder if he notices the looks —
like he is handling a parade balloon on a crowded sidewalk;
if he notices that my hands are now made of rope.5.
Dear Cosmo: Fuck you.
I will not take sex tips from you
on how to please a man you think I do not deserve.6.
He tells me he loves me with the lights on.7.
I can cup his hip bone in my hand,
feel his ribs without pressing very hard at all.
He does not believe me when I tell him he is beautiful.
Sometimes I fear the day he does will be the day he leaves.8.
The cute hipster girl at the coffee shop
assumes we are just friends
and flirts over the counter.
I spend the next two weeks
mentally replacing myself with her
in all of our photographs.
When I admit this to him
we spend the evening taking new photos together.
He will not let me delete a single one of them.9.
The phrase “Big girls need love too” can die in a fire.
Fucking me does not require an asterisk.
Loving me is not a fetish.
Finding me beautiful is not a novelty.
I am not a fucking novelty.10.
I say, ‘I am fat.’
He says, ‘No. You are so much more’,
and kisses me
hard.
Road Trip, headed down to say goodbye to a fabulous friend, confidante, and long distance lover <3