I'm Jess. I love terrible jokes and puns. I love Doctor Who, spoken word poetry, and Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind. 22 years of age. I like TV and music.
Apparently this didn’t post the first time.
aaaawesomejamie I went to ikea today and it made me think of you instantly and miss you even more. For reals.
I’m told quite often that I take too many pictures of myself. That selfies are stupid and make me extremely vain. But here’s the thing: I spent a long time hating myself. I spent a long time hating pictures and evidence of the person I used to be. I’m finally in a place where I love the person I’m becoming and I don’t think there’s any shame in celebrating that. In celebrating days where I feel beautiful. So if that makes me narcissistic or conceited, so be it.
I posted the above on a picture I just uploaded onto instagram. And then I took off my pants after I got home from work and took three more pictures of myself.
That makes total sense, right? Pants off = feeling cuter = more selfies
I can do math, y’all. Kind of.