Ross Kennedy - Lust's Diary - Midwood - 1971

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Ross Kennedy - Lust's Diary - Midwood - 1971
Welcome, you
✾ If you you’ve come across my corner of the web, my name is Jess and this is my photo journal space. Similar to many, I needed a place for my thoughts, photos, and experiences. This is that. Somewhere for my words to live.
✾ I'm a bit of an overthinker, though not in the way that phrase is typically implied. I'm always searching for new ways to look at the world around me, to discover the new and expand my knowledge and experiences. To make the most out of life. With writing, I've become all too familiar with modifying and perfecting, but here I refrain from editing myself. Unpolished and unrevised, what you see is what you get.
✾ Who I am is everchanging. I am intense and raw, yet soft and delicate. At the core, I am a person brimming with desire. A desire to pursue the deeper things in life: adventure, knowledge, experience, and connection. I believe that life without whimsy is no life at all. Some things you can expect to see here are personal writings, travel posts, photography, explorations, and progress posts as I take on new creative projects and hobbies like sketching, painting, crocheting, learning instruments, and other things of that nature.
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i love my mom but i need. 2 leave this house
The only actual hard crush I had in my teenage life was a man with a doctorate at age 34 and the only time I got a 9/10 in his class, I went home and cried hard. And it wasn't even fair, bc I had extra grade with him, which he found later and I ended up the year with 11/10 in the last quarter.
The only other man I had near as hard crush was an amazing professor, but as an strict fucker and I got sick for a week after he cut half of my grade bc I did an entire project alone AND presented it on my own, only bc it should be in pairs.
Neither of them was incredibly physically attractive, but they were so damn smart it got me on my intellectual knees for them. I miss having teacher crushes, tbh :c
does anyone else have farmersonly.com ads everywhere in their town or is it just us
LLLOOK AT THE CLASSES IM TAKING THIS SEMESTER *BROKEN SOBBIG* IM SO LUCKY TO BE GOING TO COLLEGE LET ALONE ART SCHOOL AAAAAAAAAAAAA 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭
meet my self insert baby thats not rly me but is me? a baby version of me who likes turtles
actually she has several hats that she wears, like said turtle hat and more shes a baby
baby me
baby
i just made her for self shipping properties but idk how hsell fit into panda pearl no w
It's funny how childhood tastes different for everyone. Most seem to remember some sweet summer days, but why are my childhood feelings just so cold and lonely? Why does most of it feels just dirty and plain? I wish I wasn't so lonely was a child, just so, you know, that it wouldn't be my default state of being. I wish I could enjoy the thought of having company, when I crave for it so much.