i was a tree in a past life.
Once I was a tree, then a foetus, then a child, then a blue haired teenager with a tumblr and an eclectic taste in all things everything.

dollshousedropin: the tales of beedle the bard (by Δriellah)
I moan about those who are uber down on themselves on tumblr but really I am one

It just feels impersonal and stuff and I’m not aiming for sounding like the whole cliche ‘GAH I HATE MY FACE TELL ME I’M PRETTY’ syndrome because I really don’t go in for that, but I just like having an internet outlet at which to vent my frustration that the things I share elsewhere online actually kind of suck- but that is my own fault, and instead of telling strangers how much this frustrates me I should probably pour that time and energy into remedying it. So yeah. Shut up Becky and get off the internet.

gah, feel like i’m in a filmmaking rut

somebody tell me where to go from here (thank goodness I have some commissioned [sort-of] projecty things lined up) in the mean time let me film things from my life and edit them into things that are of no interest to anybody who isn’t in them because I excel at that

mykindafairytalee: The Lost Path by =r3novatio
fragmented-blue: sophie-davidson.co.uk by sophie davidson on Flickr.
ccal: (by katiesilvester)