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Back to training. I think my arms respond well to lifting. Rest of the body says otherwise.
Me / ootd / hello. I got this coat from a friend who wanted to swap it for a scarf. It's this cool blocky pattern that kinda looks like woodland camo. Bottom up: shoes Clark wallabies, socks Gorman, pants Paul Smith x red ear, shirt AS colour. I get everything on ludicrous sale, second hand or hand-me-downs because ain't nobody got time for expenses. Also wearing things that make me feel nice and exert some sort of character or style on a budget makes me, well, feel nice, and to fight depression I need to feel all sorts of nice.
A butt load has happened since I posted on the ‘blr last, which was I guess last year? Maybe? I don’t even know. Didn’t get (paid) work in my field which was a bit shyte, got out of a relationship, the ending of which JFdMU, turned 25 and got my ass a motorcycle and then realised I was probably having a quarter - life/existential crisis, started lifting again, moved to a new place in an area of Sydney that I love, and going back to school. Working on myself is alright but it’s hard and interesting relying on myself emotionally. Oh well, the train is on the rails. Apart from having the black dog as a pet, I’m otherwise well. How are you all?
Black like me soul!
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