I'm not sure why this bothers me so much. Maybe that the expectation of glamor has now infiltrated my LAUNDRY ROUTINE. Let this one place be sacred, sacred to sweatpants and a comfortable misshapen sportsbra. Sacred to hair not yet washed cuz you have to use the hot water for the rinse cycle. Sacred to grunting, stumbling and stuffing. Leave me this one, last place, Society. Just this one.
portrait of beautiful curiosity
portrait • lou o' bedlam
A toast to all guinness drinkin ladies ♥