It's Anna, y'all...
This is a tumblelog, kinda like a blog but with short-form, mixed-media posts with stuff I like. Scroll down a bit to start reading, or a bit more to read more about me.
Tumblr, meet Susan Oprah McMurry.
Susan, meet Tumblr.
You guys will be fast friends.
Cara Barer’s book art makes me want to throw my next phonebook into the bathtub instead of the recycling bin. Water and other methods of transformation have saved many manuals and reference books from the trash and turned them into these lovely treasures.
Barer on her work:
My photographs are primarily a documentation of a physical evolution. I have changed a common object into sculpture in a state of flux. The way we choose to research and find information is also in an evolution. I hope to raise questions about these changes, the ephemeral and fragile nature in which we now obtain knowledge, and the future of books.
Well, finally.
After all this time, I was finally able to get on Pottermore and be sorted and I’m geeking out so hard.
SLYTHERIN, Y’ALL.
Although, I would have been happy with Ravenclaw, I feel like Slytherin is a better choice.
Why is magic not real? SIGH.
Also. Wand: Poplar, unicorn core, 12 1/4 inches, supple (much like my bosom)… You best believe I’m shelling out the cash for that at Wizarding World of Harry Potter, no shame.
Oh. Fuck.
So after depriving myself of caffeine for basically two years, I drank an entire thermos of coffee.
I can’t feel my face. And I had a heart palpitation.
I was walking laps around my patient’s room until she woke up and so now I have to sit quietly and I’m mainly just writing this in order to be doing something with my hands.
My arm muscles are trembling. Is that normal?
Tumblr, am I going to die?
I won’t ever know if Latrice Royale wins Drag Race.
Fuck.
Feelin’ vain, y’all.
TheCapitol.PN
I’m officially a member of #District4PN. Become a citizen today. The 74th Hunger Games is coming March 23. http://TheCapitol.PN
WHAT UP BITCH.
I love the Hungers Games.
This is turning into a puppy blog and I don’t even care.
My new babies. Hank is in the foreground and Rosie is in the back, fighting sleep as usual.
Fuck you, January.
Does anyone ever post anything actually, legitimately positive on Tumblr?
I sure don’t.
I’ve never hated an entire month so much.
I wanted to write a ranting, angry post…
But I cain’t find no fucks to give.
Like I feel them, they’re there.
But ultimately, it ain’t worth my time.
With my immediate family and one soul-sister, I don’t need nothing else.
Fuck bitches, get cash and all that other cheap-ass nonsense.
