For the past few days, I have spent time gradually erasing my collection of pictures and videos I have taken since August of 2011, the time I first got my phone.
I came across this picture and contemplated deleting it. Something about it makes me like it. Perhaps it is the subtle nip slip I never noticed until now (or is it just a grainy bit?). Perhaps it was the memory of taking and sending it. Perhaps this remains an unfinished painting I have stashed away in a corner of my room. Perhaps it gives me a liberating feeling for taking a picture that insinuates more to me than a silent and emotionally inexpressive female.
Ironically, tumblr is where I feel I have the most privacy.
I am not drunk, but I wish I were.