Puttercrafts

Well now I feel really weird that a bunch of personal photos of my mom ended up being reblogged by a people I don’t know who have no idea who that woman is or why I even posted them in the first place. I wish there was a way to explain to them. I guess that’s what happens though, right? Post intimate and personally tragic shit on the internet and then let it become the mood-board inspiration of people you don’t know? 

Portraits of my mother near plants, 1975-1982? Long before me. Maybe it’s in my bones. 

Portraits of my momma picking raspberries, somewhere in the Pacific Northwest I think. 1975? 1982? Not sure. My dad visited her old friend who lives in Seattle and received a bunch of largely undated photos from her younger years. I’ll have to do my own investigating to find out any more answers to all these questions.

5 years ago today. 

inkbomb:

"did someone Instagram that yet?" Happy golden bday soph!!! (at doom+gloomis)

i have really supreme friends. Also had the nicest dreamiest birthday weekend ever.

inkbomb:

"did someone Instagram that yet?" Happy golden bday soph!!! (at doom+gloomis)

i have really supreme friends. Also had the nicest dreamiest birthday weekend ever.

Thank god Livejournal knows when my birthday is so that it can send me a yearly reminder that a) i was a little shit in high school and b) yes, all those journal entries are still preserved on the internet for my annual perusal and  deep personal embarrassment

teppr:

dreamland // demo derby @ addison county field days july 2014

when we ate corn dogs and deep fried oreos and watched the junker sedans crush each other

leeshit:

A little gift for a good friend of mine:

Who Cares, 2014 (Acrylic on canvas, 8”x10”)

(via weird-babe)

awelltraveledwoman:

hipnerd63:

“Nowadays, people are so jeezled up. If they took some chamomile tea and spent more time rocking on the porch in the evening listening to the liquid song of the hermit thrush, they might enjoy life more.”                                                                              —Tasha Tudor (via thankfulsagefarmschool)

awelltraveledwoman:

hipnerd63:

Nowadays, people are so jeezled up. If they took some chamomile tea and spent more time rocking on the porch in the evening listening to the liquid song of the hermit thrush, they might enjoy life more.”                                                                              —Tasha Tudor (via thankfulsagefarmschool)

(via lilah)