Figure of eight bandage of both eyes, from Edward M. Foote’s A text-book of minor surgery, 1909
I absolutely love this. The adorably proud mother and the consistency of the two photographs despite the lapse in time that has obviously occurred. I like that his style remains mostly the same, instead of “growing up” and becoming a “an adult”. Fuck that, just dress how you fucking want. I’m tired of people referring to anything slightly less that socially acceptable as a “phase”. People always ask me, “So when you’re older what will you dress like? I mean, come on, we know you wont always have blue hair, or have dreadlocks, and you probably won’t dress like this.” You know what? I probably will look exactly the same. I won’t feel any pressure from society to dress like an “adult” when I’m older. My dreadlocks, my hair color, the music I listen to, the way I dress, those are all choices of mine. All of those choices make me happy, and they will continue to make me happy in the future. I want to be happy, so I’m going to look how I want, despite whatever age I am.
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Wow, I made this post a while ago and it’s still getting reblogs. This makes me happy :3
So I found this picture recently lying around my room. It’s old, from 2006, when I was just 12 years old and the only camera I owned was disposable. This was taken at the Mammoth Hot Springs in Yellowstone National Park while I was in Wyoming for a two week school trip during the summer of ‘06. Honestly the most beautiful place I have ever been in my 17 years of living.
