a low quality expression of my high quality gratitude.

I recieved the greatest Christmas present ever on friday.
that's not even an overstatement.
When i first opened the box (which was, might i just add, over 80inches wide..) i began to cry.
i now have everything i need for my very own dark room (minus actual room + lights) all materials, instructions, enlarger, paper, film, books, tripod, a hefty seven (yes, seven) new cameras... and the list goes on.

low quality pictures of my newest loves:


(okay, so the Holga isn't new, i've had it for over three years now, but it's still a great love of mine...)

from the picture beneath the holga goes as follows:

-various roles of film, materials & equipment

- flashes/lenses/caps/etc

-my praktica pinhole
-Lubitel 2 Vintage

-1916 box, worth a small fortune

-Pentax MZ-50

-Duaflex II vintage

-Pentax K 1000

- My amazing (favourite) polariod

i'm so happy, beginning my first role (roles?) of film tomorrow with Milissa, unsure of whether to just take my pinhole or not.

decisions, decisions.

I can't eat anything
Without shoving my hands down my throat
And I refuse to meet the world
without smearing on makeup

With my hair blinding my eyes
Blinding my eyesI can't remember
The last time I've seen my own eyes
Or the color of my skin
Do you know what it's like to feel ugly all the time?

I stretch myself across the world
Pushing my limits for your entertainment
And you had the nerve
To call out my weaknesses
And drag me through the dirt

I can't remember
The last time I've seen my own eyes
Or the color of my skin
Do you know what it's like to feel ugly all the time?

I'm staring in the mirror
Looking back at the person I hate.