Ness

(she/they) i write things sometimes.

[mountain-spirits-deactivated202]

on a quiet morning walk through the sierra foothills

[camelliapollen]

Makoto Kagoshima

[nesstingincitrus]

I got to help curate one of our museum's newest exhibits and it was super fun and exciting!

[nesstingincitrus]

My bones feel purple.

[cosyness]

Rikki Austin (Unsplash)

[nesstingincitrus]

Whirlwind of a week.

Debilitating stomach illness, bruised skin and bones from a fall in my scooter, tragic and unexpected death at work.

I feel weak.

[witchy-kitchen-craft-deactivate]

Forest in England, Fall 2019

[thefugitivesaint]

Henri Pinta (1856-1944), ‘Sainte Marthe’, “Le Nu au Salon de 1890” Source

[nesstingincitrus]

It was finally too much and went on a deep-clean rampage. My bathroom and room are clean and organized. I feel good.

[nesstingincitrus]

Why do I torture myself by looking up cats for adoption knowing that I can’t adopt at the moment? I really miss having a little furry companion. I'm sad.

[nesstingincitrus]

It's a magic feeling to finally starting to feel good in one's skin.

[nesstingincitrus]

This might have to do with the new flowers I actually decorated my skin with. Tattoos have always been a boost of confidence for me. And enduring 6+ hours under the machine without (much) trouble makes me feel like a fucking badass.

[nesstingincitrus]

It's a magical feeling to finally starting to feel good in one's skin.

[twilightly-blog]

Le Fabuleux Destin d’Amélie Poulain (2001) dir. Jean-Pierre Jeunet

[nesstingincitrus]

Oh the good old days of mix CDs. I miss making those, but I don't think I have the tech to do that anymore (or anyone to give one to *sighs*).

What's the current equivalent? a personalized playlist?

[nesstingincitrus]

I really really want to fulfil my childhood dream of owning a pair of skates but… I don’t really know where to start or which style to choose.

[roses--and--rue]

Illustration of a child’s dream from “The Ladies’ Floral Cabinet,” 1874.

[nesstingincitrus]

Someone, somewhere around my neighborhood, is using this unknown machine that does this horrifyingly annoying screech and I literally can't think. It’s faint, and I’m sure most people could just ignore it, but it literally hurts my ears. All my windows are closed, I have my headphones and music on, but it's still there. FUCK.