mtn-man-diaries:

mtn-man-diaries:

Cave Camping on Pine Creek. Black Elk Wilderness, SD

I just feel like this deserves more

mtn-man-diaries:

mtn-man-diaries:

Cave Camping on Pine Creek. Black Elk Wilderness, SD

I just feel like this deserves more

Sunday, 27 July 2014
Saturday, 26 July 2014
My dear father and I at the Pride festival earlier today! It was AMAZING!

My dear father and I at the Pride festival earlier today! It was AMAZING!

A friend and I last night. I have no idea what I do to ALWAYS make it look like I’m the freakin hunchback of notre dame on one side.

A friend and I last night. I have no idea what I do to ALWAYS make it look like I’m the freakin hunchback of notre dame on one side.

Me and my father (with the drum) marching in the pride parade today. It was such a great event, I felt so full of love and happiness and oh god, it was simply just amazing. A lot of people and a lot of happiness (doesn’t look that crowded in this picture but I heard we were more than 2000?! And this is a small town of 20 000 people).
Picture stolen from Jonas Thomen, to see more photos from Jeppis pride, visit THIS page.

Me and my father (with the drum) marching in the pride parade today. It was such a great event, I felt so full of love and happiness and oh god, it was simply just amazing. A lot of people and a lot of happiness (doesn’t look that crowded in this picture but I heard we were more than 2000?! And this is a small town of 20 000 people).

Picture stolen from Jonas Thomen, to see more photos from Jeppis pride, visit THIS page.

vegandreadlocks:

mateoway:

1/2” (12.7mm) Brazilian Agate druzy oval labret for Sam.

I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of working with this awesome material…

Enjoy Sam!

This baby will be in my face soon :) Thanks Mateo!

Friday, 25 July 2014
Thursday, 24 July 2014
Anonymous:
You could make your ASMR with make up, like a makeover. I just love make up sounds, like opening and closing compacts, the sound of the brushes et.c.

So do I! I think I will make some kind of makeup thingy, feels like that might be an easy way to start! I also love the sounds of opening and closing makeup stuff, and the sound of certain plastic bags is heaven to my brain!

I tried filming something with my own camera but there’s something seriously wrong with it so I think I’ll borrow my pappa’s instead. Better quality that way as well :)

Falling falling falling, down down down

My newfound freedom didn’t last long. Less than a month. It was a very good few weeks. But today I am falling, falling, falling. Falling back into my own personal prison, also known as body dysmorphic disorder. I had a weird feeling ever since I got up this morning. I felt fat, the skin on my nose was dry and breaking out. But I held onto that there-are-more-important-things-in-life-than-what-your-skin-looks-like-and-what-you-weigh. I held onto it and got in the car. The destination was my hometown and the annually week-long folkfest. I looked forward to attending this happening in my new free self.

I strolled around downtown, and I really was enjoying being able to be around people without worrying about my ugliness. It was nice.

But things changed. I went home to mama’s, cleaned my face from makeup, picked up my crossword magazine and sat down on the balcony. A few hours later I decided it was about time I clean up and put my face back on and head back out. As I sat outside on the stairs with my makeup and mirror (I’d never put on makeup indoors), I got a bit….. anxious, about what stared back at me in the mirror. It was ugly. Hideous. Disgusting. A monster. I felt the very familiar pain in the center of my stomach, I felt it growing to a hot yet ice cold…… thing, spreading through my body, out to my arms. The way it always does. And I tried to find angles, ways I would look good in. I didn’t find any.

I tried to smile, and that’s when the last piece of ground I was standing on disappeared under me and I fell, fell fell. The most disgusting smile I had ever seen. The most disgusting teeth I had ever seen. I tried to remember if I have been smiling with my teeth a lot lately, I went through every little detail I could remember, hoping I’d come to the conclusion I don’t smile with my teeth. I didn’t come to any conclusions at all. I guess that’s the good thing about not being able to remember anything. What I did remember though, was that little note from when I was 13 or 14, on which one of the boys in my class had written “dork smile”, about me.

Don’t you ever smile again, Alex! Never ever again!

I’m tired.

Wednesday, 23 July 2014
 
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