Twenty something redhead. @twentysomethingredhead - Tumblr Blog

"And Everything Nice" is an unflinching analysis of the standard for female beauty. The ongoing series consists of women in states of affliction; the body fluid of the models have been replaced with glitter to visualize the concept of girls invariably needing to seem attractive regardless of the actual situation.

pagewoman

…and then, I have nature and art and poetry and if that is not enough, what is enough?

Vincent van Gogh (via pagewoman)

digbicks

houseofstraw

Gull whisperer

10 weeks until the clocks go forward.

#klm #2015 #baking #cinnamon buns #london #east finchley #pastry #cinnamon #food photography

No golden-framed painting,

no night market,

not a single buzzing metropolis

No novel,

no poem,

not a single word

No language I learn,

no friends I make,

not a single bit of knowledge,

No flight,

no train, no cab

not a single distance travelled

will ever fill the void you left behind.

#personal #8

Longing those long gone hot summer days in Munich.

#me #personal

Eight years later

Sometimes I wish I had never met you. Sometimes I think I never did. Sometimes I hope we will end up together. Sometimes I know we never will.

#eightyearslater #personal #prose #klm

KLM (2014)

#food #black and white #klm #2014 #london #students in london #soas

Hannah. KLM (2014)

#portrait #klm #black and white #london

Spent last night cooking up a storm with these lovely people. KLM (2014)

#klm #personal #bw #blackandwhite #black and white #documentary

Dear L,

this is my first letter to you.

It seems wrong given we’ve known each other a considerable time now. We first met when I was seven, or was I eight? - I can’t remember, the memory is rather blurred. I remember getting on a train, and on and off the t, wandering in and out of stations, holding my Papa’s hands, seeing BB for the first time. Then there was a break and you didn’t see me again until I was twelve, and then eighteen. It was a year later before we became actual friends. Before we unexpectedly became lovers. Little did I know that you and me would grow so close, that you would become such a significant part of me, that I would become you.

Like any long-term relationship we have had both good and bad times, sad and happy, turbulent and calm, restless and upsetting, comforting and soothing, draining and nurturing.

We have been through many fights and wars. We once broke up for a while. I left you, to please my parents, and for E, for what I would now call an arranged relationship. You knew all along that I would not hold through, that I’d return. And I did, a year later, broken, crawling on all fours. Clasping my arms around you, running my nose along your neck, my lips begging for forgiveness, drowned in tears of confusion. Holding on to your pulsating hot flesh, promising to never let you go again. And you forgave me. You never asked about E, you never blamed me, you just took me back and we both pretended I had never been away.

When I think about the adventures we’ve had, the places you showed me, the people I met because of you, I feel guilty for never having written you before. I owe you so much, and I have so little, but I do have my words and I will use them to express my gratitude from now on.

The past three weeks have made me realise what we have. I have not slept this little in a long time, but if I learnt anything from being with M over the summer, and from being in exile with E,it’s that you make me a better person, that you make this life a lot better, and that you are the world encapsulated and filtered into one place.

In the past three weeks I have had more adventures and seen more people, and been to more places than the past three months combined. You introduced me to Ke, to Ro, to El, to Yi, to Tuf, to Kil, to Jo and Lo, to Ma and HKWCKD. I’ve seen that I live in the world, and the world lives with me, and I can be whatever I wish to be, and they and them and us are all here, in this place, with you, at the same time.

What I am only starting to see now is that you are a possibility, and you are time. I used to think you were the essence of time running away. But I can be here or anywhere else, the time will always run, and whilst it might be more challenging and at times hard - and even lonely - to be with you, it is also more nurturing, inspiring and broadening.

L, unfortunately I have to let you go for today. But let it be known that I will write more of these to you.

This was a lovely Sunday. Thank you for that.

Let’s repeat it, again, and again, and again.

Yours in love forever,

K

#klm #love letters #prose #L #E #M