I don’t even care, I should probably delete instagram anyway but honestly it’s where I hoard my junk drawer of photos. I’ve got an emotional attachment and a need for attention. Do I embarrass myself through posts, yes but I feel free in doing so.
no more archive posts… no more second guessing how your smile looks in a picture … no more spending an hour critiquing a picture to post on your story (obviously yes still choose an uber-specific 15 seconds of music for your story aimed at one singular person, duh)
hated them when i was younger, in love w them lately. i ♥︎ to pin up my straight skirts to form bubble skirts. this Blondita Shop skirt reminded me of how much i love bubble skirts !
dianne, the library lady is on my ass. i keep forgetting to carry them with me to campus but to be fair its always models, 1.2m x 0.9m pieces of cardboard, and a toolbox in my arms, walking uphill in cape town’s sinister windy conditions😞
adhd architecture students rise! realising i need to lure myself into getting out of bed and working with a treat. the idgaf stage of a 3 year burnout is crazy