I am an twenty-one year old insensitive self-absorbed waif to the majority. Insensitive, that is, unless provoked otherwise, which sporadically I allow given right line and/or face. Sometimes it just hits me how easily I can be turned into a swooning pile of sinew, and I want to renounce every ounce of my sovereign nature and crawl to the maker of my demeanor's 180.

I know I began this summer with resolutions of no longer treating my body like a circus tent. There really is nothing like prefabricated bullshit incentive which I seem to carry in spades.

And in case you needed the reminder, I take a remarkably high number of self-portraits. Partially becuase I'm a boderline-narcissist in my absence of sobriety and partially because I lack others to photograph. Anyone could regurgitate a sunset or pretty flower.



You're more than welcome to spout me a sonnet, (or in some cases, another) when I'm feeling adventerous enough to change my privacy settings on AI'M .