From lil baby to big baby.
Selections from ‘Rituals’, by Noorann Matties
Forced to examine ourselves in ways many normally avoid, Rituals as a project sought to capture the moment in which we our lives become devoid of distraction and we become intimately aware of ourselves. By photographing people’s personal beauty rituals I attempted to capture this awareness, this intimacy that occurs only when one is forced to examine their own body, the most basic thing that is theirs, and build upon it.
view the complete series at http://inconnumag.com/rituals/
i love laughing about the friend zone because it’s so dumb like you know most of those dudes aren’t even IN the “friend zone” they’re in the “ugh god not this dude again” zone
In honor of neecya moving today, here’s a best friend appreciation post.
Denise and I met the summer before my sophomore year in high school and became close pretty much right away. I still remember that she was wearing a tie dye shirt and I was wearing a black dress that was too big for me (I’m lame).
Even though we didn’t technically grow up together, I feel like I had most of my pivotal growth while Denise and I lived near each other and could hang out like every weekend. I seriously don’t know who I’d be without her. I’d been discarded by a few groups of friends in high school and I’d honestly forgotten what it was like to have a close friend that I could trust. We used to stay up really late eating food that was bad for us and watching sappy movies, then we’d wake up late the next day and go for walks or lay in the sun in her backyard. She was the first person I told about how bad my stress headaches were, and the first person to take me seriously. I stopped hating high school so much because of her.
When we got a little older, we had some ups and downs, but they were mostly a result of my pushing people away when my depression got bad. I learned how to communicate better thanks to Denise. And, when we graduated and I moved, I thought things might change with us, but they didn’t. If anything, we got closer. She’d come down to Santa Barbara for the weekend or I’d see her when I went back home. We went to the film festival for the first time and started talking about getting into the film industry. Talks like those were the only thing that got me through that year.
Now that she’s moving, and in case you all couldn’t tell, I just want the best for her. I hope, if you’re reading this Neecya, that NYC is everything that you hoped for and more. I hope the world is as kind to you as you have been to it. I hope you don’t doubt yourself, because lbr you have your shit on lock. Not everyone has the power and strength of mind to change their situation, and I’m really proud of you for doing what you need to do. You’re the best, best, best. I don’t think I’d be here if it weren’t for you. Thanks for putting up with me when I’m a nightmare. I love you.