mental health-wise, this was not a good week, as evidenced by the photos below. (it turns out that there was a solar flare, and that's what I'm using as my excuse.) I only left my apartment when absolutely necessary to go to work and do just a couple (laundry and library) errands. I read a book and a half, listened to a lot of Death Cab for Cutie, and started rewatching my favorite season of Project Runway while coloring for the first time in about two years.
78/365 :: Monday 19 March 2018
I don't think that I really had a "dream car" growing up. cars were changing in our family seemingly more often than most people since my dad owns a business that services, rents, and sells cars. but then this one came into my life and I had to keep her forever.
79/365 :: Tuesday 20 March 2018
my (purple) bullet journal contains nearly nineteen months of my life... I'm sad that it's almost full, but I'm excited to start April with a clean slate!
80/365 :: Wednesday 21 March 2018
the photos above my desk, where I watched a lot of Project Runway today.
81/365 :: Thursday 22 March 2018
there are only four shirts left in my closet that aren't black or grey.
82/365 :: Friday 23 March 2018
for my birthday in August, I bought myself this necklace. I found out a little less than a year before that I am supposedly allergic to gold, and it was really weird for me to switch from wearing gold jewelry to silver. I don't wear a lot of jewelry, but I do feel like I need to have something on as a distraction sometimes, so I was overjoyed to find this raven skull necklace on Etsy and have been wearing it every day since it arrived.
83/365 :: Saturday 24 March 2018
a peek inside the sticker collection. aren't these little ladies fun?
84/365 :: Sunday 25 March 2018
five pairs of Converse in my closet, and three of them are stained: two with bleach, and two with paint. but the thing about Converse is that you're supposed to wear them until they literally fall apart (I once didn't realize how bad a pair of mine had gotten until I was walking in the rain and my socks got wet. whoops.), so mine have carried me through many adventures. these black ones are about two and a half years old, but my hot pink ones are closer to six!
a photographer with the desire to hide behind the camera a little less and let the light shine through.