What calms me down when I’m upset? I’d have to say my little dog Oliver. I find myself coming home and squeezing and hugging the crap out of him and usually getting his fur all wet with tears. I love him a lot and he usually absorbs some of my sadness and I feel better. Plus, he’s sooo chubby and cute.
Who makesyou the happiest? I’m not really sure on this one.. there’s a few people who are able to make me smile and feel okay.
any tips for taking self portraits? sometimes i get frustrated with fumbling with the remote and then i look at all the shots i took and hate them.
my biggest tip would be patience. sometimes i have to take 50+ photos before I get what I’m looking for. Sometimes if I plan out before what I’m going to do and do a quick sketch i can position myself better. I also always keep a mirror close by and practice getting the look i want :)
every time i come across a blog talking about suicide i wish i could reach through my screen and hold them close. it hits so close to home and there are no words that can soothe one who is at a point in their lives where suicide seems the “best” option. i’d give them all my love if i could.
“To be a strong woman, to be a fierce woman, to be a true woman, to be a leader, to be truly powerful, you have to get to place where you can tolerate people not liking you. And know that when you actually do that, you have to fall back on your own moral imperative in your own moral trunk and say, ‘I don’t care, this is what I believe. This is who I am.’”—Eve Ensler, Beautiful Daughters (via sociallyconstructed)
“I understood why she did it. At that moment I knew why people tagged graffiti on the walls of neat little houses and scratched the paint on new cars and beat up well-tended children. It was only natural to want to destroy something you could never have.”—White Oleander by Janet Fitch
“It’s never been true, not anywhere at any time, that the value of a soul, of a human spirit, is dependent on a number on a scale. We are unrepeatable beings of light and space and water who need these physical vehicles to get around. When we start defining ourselves by that which can be measured or weighed, something deep within us rebels.”—Geneen Roth