Hipster Monday
As you see for this picture I’m going for straight ironicalness. First of all, I’m wearing a floral print shirt as if I stole my grandmother’s floral gown and decided to cut it into a shirt, yet I actually bought this. Second, I’m sitting on the edge of an open window to show death my apathy towards dying, yet the way the light hits me I look as if I’m already some type of ghostly figure. So, how could a ghost be afraid of death. Also, you see there is a bed in the background that personifies the world’s loneliness and deprivation….hmmm…deep. However, the bed was left like this because I didn’t care to make it. Also, the window is open yet I don’t face it because I go against convention. I…am…myself. And last I have a Ferris Bueller Poster….there’s nothing ironic about it. I just like the movie.
Celebrating Hipster Monday With A Shirt I Found Thrifting.
As you see I introspectively look past the camera as if something is there out of frame; I’m paying attention to it to seem deep and mysterious. Yet, there isn’t…hmmm…hipster.
Last of throwaway footy spam. I want to go back here and try to nose blunt stall.
Another weird one. I body varial’d out of a front tail side when I was trying to shove it out.