On my knees I hung on to the soothing cold porcelain bowl. I mulled over the night wondering where I’d gone wrong, as I spit and spit and spit again. Self inflicted vomit. I reminded myself this was my fault. Not the first time I’d gone too far, but the first time I was really paying for it. I hate retching but I needed to sleep. So it happened, and I stared into what was now stained purple, and did it again. I flushed and tried not to think about it.
This body of work is an exploration of the extent of cultural appropriation and encourages a discussion about it. I give the appropriator and the appropriated the opportunity to defend themselves and create a dialogue between them, while maintaining a neutral stance myself. I am not attacking those who appropriate, merely educating and creating awareness. Neutrality is key in this series, as i remove myself from my political and social status and opinions, stripping the problem to the most basic issue; taking an item that means a great deal to somebody and corrupting it.
K so I wanted to take a pic of my roots because they are terrible, yet awesome, then I realized that taking pictures with PhotoBooth in the dark looks pretty freaking cool/kinda like a horror movie, so yup. here you are.
sidenote: my boobs are not that big, that is an optical illusion.
Bret McKenzie winning Oscar for ‘Man or Muppet’
I cry every time I see Jason Segel tear up.
It’s a good day when the ‘new guy’ at the office says I remind him of Kristen Bell.
For if you’re bored during the holidays or whenever, have fun!
for future reference
tornado warnings and hail… I thought we were safe in the northern prairies!!
I am just so…. eugh. In one of those moods, where I’m just not content, in my situation, my life, in anything! I hate it. Pain, stomach upset, anxiety, heart palpitations, general malaise. effing red lady. No wonder I hate you on Game of Thrones!!!!
I love Tyrion the most.
Floor Plans of Famous TV Apartments [nikneuk]
These are incredible.