When I die…
… plant catnip on my grave. I want to be visited by lots and lots of cats.
emotionally im doing the laminated paper wobbling sound
im not INTERESTED anymore in seeing men’s perception of what female leisure time looks like, how we lounge around hairless and small and beautiful on our beds and couches in oversized shirts and lace underwear, unaware and unassuming and all the more beautiful for not Trying to be beautiful, i’m TIRED of it. even our most basic freedom of privacy, time alone with the self, has been butchered and ripped from us by the gaze of male photographers and artists
if shes your girl then why is she using me as ritual sacrifice
staff is asleep post johnny cash lost in the sauce
Joel Meyerowitz (American, 1938-)
The Screen Porch, 1980
chromogenic process color print (Ektacolor)
