okay this is me. yes it was taken in a bathroom. no i dont care if thats weird for you, because here i am saying hello and there you are thinking im lame for taking pictures of myself for a little holiday greeting.
listen, if you're going to be like that you may as well never come back. i've seen how people treat bloggers; first they judge them for their content but secondly they always come back.
now, what have we here?
the same tree at my nanas all the time. god knows i love it.
when i was young this tree was like a fantasy. i mean the best part about old people was that they didnt care if their tree was all matchy match they just let the kids go crazy on the colours and decorations and tinsel.
this below is my pop, he passed away last year and this year we went through his things to try to keep what we knew of him. i got some tools and instruments, and his sunken eyes.
im going to go to bed now and dream of him and ask him what i should make
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