i feel a bit narcissistic reblogging this, but my brothy is just so unbelievably talented that i had to. seriously.
Drawing Steffaloo
i haven’t been able to write or create anything since returning from sxsw. it’s time to go take some pictures.
monday. woof.
i forgot it was photo friday. a little late, but here it is. photo of me taken by none other than the lonely indian.
i’ve been real obsessed with pictures lately. big surprise. but the pictures i seem to have a current obsession with right now are those of the following: limbs. flaily bodies. people just not giving a fuck. there’s something really honest and raw and genuine and free and adventurous and beautiful about them all.. something that captures the art of just being, and i think maybe my heart is feeling all of these things right now. so really.. i guess this might be a little bit what my heart looks like…
limbs..
crumbly..
hangy..
flaily..
more limbs..
hangy limbs..
limbs..
doesn’t give an eff..
flaily..
i really like pictures of people doing this too:
