peonies from our little garden 🌸

real ass winter

textures and rainbows (and nuggets)

a killer piece by jun osaki, of their flash art entitled “crumble”

these are a few of my favorite things (including the nalgene)

the only thing i remember about my dream last night is that edith piaf’s “browning” was in it.

a prince sleeps

walks on nearby nature trails

left ig for here

divinatory breakfast glyphs

nostalgia trip courtesy of @mkburgos

whoops lucky no. 13 courtesy of nipinet—miigwech!

minor repairs

light play

lite play

doodlins

I hearby reconvene the Dead Poets Society—Wisconsin chapter

the best 🎁 from my best 💝

sunday morning

he was goldilocks, I was the 3 bears

“COZY”

love, tomie

snow dog

wind’s howling

most thankful for you, this day and every day

he technically made himself fit on this bed that he did not fit in

a student’s recreation of the woods scene from The Crucible

we left CA and now we’re spoiled on kitchens forever

this liminal place has trees, at least

beer (no feet)

barefeet, beerfeet

i have lived many lives in the jazz age (from 2012)

decolletage-ie?

the milk-eyed mender, from ecclesia

when life gives you, etc.

what can I say, these days I’m enjoying taking a few moments to try to capture a visual vibe

damn, sunrise, you crazy

diy

🗻

light is pretty, light is great

cut off all my hair and made my dog wear it

whoops no. 10: I’m a tattoo artist now

feel like I’m going to have to pull a @vacationsara and permanently change my username to @vacationkirin

whoops no. 9, kafka on the shore

so much to do, but still, this

paint me like one of your french girls

I had a secret journaling instagram that is now gone

kintsugi’d

2019 has been a year: lots of new stuff, lots of old bullshit. here’s to a new year, new decade, sure; every minute is new though, and just as momentous (whoops no. 8)

is my mom even gonna love me anymore (whoops no. 7)

hundreds of photos were taken, but we only ended up here

whoops no. 6—it’s a kirin!!! (art by @davidadepasquale)

invite ya girl to your vintage-themed weddings because i WILL NOT fuck around

tech

whoops no. 5

for sara, a portrait of her and her beloved nena sora in the style of the cover for ‘The Water Cure’

for gemma, a portrait of her in homage to ‘All My Puny Sorrows,’ one of our faves

for cher, a portrait of a photograph

whoops no. 4 (get ahold of yourself)

will i ever stop posting photos of him, i don’t know, will he ever stop looking like this

a still life

when bae wanna share your pillow

you’d barely know it’s 2018 here

mirror selfies, how do you do these

majestic doofus

i painted a portrait of my dog, and it’s not half-bad

“Rare Exports”

“Whatta Man” - Salt-N-Pepa (ft. En Vogue)

self-explanatory

happy halloween from the headless hound

it’s a family photo, y’all

the success of the night is measured by how many friends text you photos of yourself doing karaoke the next morning

it’s october 1 and i have NEVER fucked around with this month

found: a thing i made 5 years ago to represent intimacy, for a play about a girl stuck in a library full of memories

frida-inspired self-portrait

like what great photographers make you look like you’re in a heckin’ movie

areas to sit

area to eat

two lovebirds with one bullet?

neon nights

the dude behind us SLAYED

whoops no. 3, me gusta mucha

blind(s)

sunset light

🌱🌸🌼

descended from the royal blood line of Valentine’s Day King & Queen

@vacationsara’s smile shines bright, even in the darkest of times

weird weather

holidaze ☹️

i make a good little housewife

pink walls; pink skin; pink acne on my forehead

we saw aliens on this trip

6AM

everything in its right place

summer-summer-summertime (summertime)

damn flowers, you bright

and lo, he bringeth gifts

“One year, he put the candles on the cake backwards, and we celebrated my 72nd birthday—he loves me, the weirdo that I am.”

UFO: Unidentifiable thriFted Object

i never wanted to be one of these people

albino bark squirrel (for awhile, m and I took turns hiding this around the house)

afternoons with nancy

morning

view from the new digs ain’t too shabby

when bae gets you presents that are so right

we’re moving to a place that gets this at the end of every day

we keep our bedroom dark

some light reading

metaphotos

in the words of talking heads, “how did I get here?”

morning speckle

staind

the usps made it more dali-esque

friday nights in

who killed laura palmer?

when you and the room and your book match

💯

closing in

I posted this vine on 9/3/14 with the caption “new city, old fears.” 1 year later, I’m living in the pictured house, grossly happy, and starting school in 3 weeks. Ya been good to me, LA

your average LA backyard

more like va-lit

someone else’s headshots

👌🏻

trying to hide that hollywood sign

off to the right and up

key bld’g

gross

too many rectangles to count

magnolia, by pt anderson

sorry for totally boathousing your feed

gratuitous boathouse

dead fish, pt 2

boathouse geometry

fish bait

“If he was dead, he’d be floating’…oh”

is this a speaker which I see before me, / zebra ombré toward my hand?

nothing like passport photos to really bring out the asymmetry of your resting bitch face

almost makes the [run emoji] less [pained emoji]

visual metaphor for my brain

action shot

👋🏻

getting some perspective on life

austin belongs in la

🎶 my life, my love, and my lady is a hot dog 🎶

this costume means I don’t have to talk to anyone the whole night

whoops no. 2

just another day at the office

longshots

wabi sabi

strange and beautiful stained glass in libfrauenkirche, Germany’s oldest gothic cathedral

you keeper of runes, susan, you know me. susan, you are remiss

flapper dreams

this is not a painting

BIG SIR || The American Laboratory

oh, okay

💞💞💞💞

valley skyline

high art

the city’s so pretty tonight

banana grabber

good recommendation @charlottabotta

TOUCH ME IN KANSAS || The American Laboratory

#nofilter

i impressed myself

guys, snapee

GEMMA GAVE ME THE BEST PRESENT EVER, I AM SCREAMING

christmas pup

remember the alamo

goddamn

“Wabi Sabi (2012)” at the Bill Paxton Memorial Gallery

good morning

power-outage pup

oh hey, blue ridge

yes, it’s blurry

minimalist us

lazer dog

this is what people did before television (ghost popcorn)

a most memorable ceiling

deliaaaaaa

christmas at home

your eyes do not deceive you—that is a book tree for a very the hearth Christmas!

no one ever liked this

might be the last time anyone ever sees this couch; bet my mother’s ecstatic

make dew not war

sunsets, man, SUNSETS