One thousand photos of my boyfriend
But deleted them every time we broke up.
The faces of my bullies
And a portrait of the artist, crying.
My Hopes and Dreams
Even when they were lost and broken.
Pop stars and actors that no one else liked
I don’t have bad taste, just odd.
There would be artists and writers, too
Monet, scratched into my metal ruler in shop class.
#faveartist #impressionists #monet #paris
Bad bosses and good, bad jobs and good. Selling kebabs, BBQ chickens, Mars bars.
me, at the skating rink
me, reading
#classics #bonfireofthevanities #greatgatsby #hitchikersguide
me, at church with my bff Ray,
#bagpipes #injoke #bestie
my job in the lingerie shop
#windowdresser #lovemyjob
Bad job, Bad boss, bad colleagues, unexpected street cred
#pretty #silky #lacey #sexy
In those pre-internet porn days, the boys at cricket just wanted the catalogues.
all the celebs who came in,
the newsreader
(I saw a used sanitary item in her bag) #scarredforlife
the Hollywood starlet
(still the best breasts I’ve ever seen)
the cricket legend
(buying for his mistress)
meeting my family…
losing my first love…
posting songs to cry by.
Nudey Beach, nudie.
On my honeymoon, in Europe…
captioned “having the time of my life with this one.”
my baby,
#myboy #loveofmylife
#sharenting
life and death and life again, right there on the screen.
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