He kept saying the word, “thot,” and I didn’t know what it meant. He then defined it as an acronym of, “That Hoe Over There.” Then he looked me dead in the eyes and said, “You a thot.”
"Yeah, but can I get on the roof?"
I finally got a proper scan of this slide from my first roll today.
Millie Khou of @khounstipated
C-41 color process / PS black and white / Fujifilm 200 / Vivitar V3800N
I was lurking around San Francisco and fell in love with this city all over again.
It’s a thing about people, people come and go. It is a fact of life and you just got to accept it. But don’t take it so negatively. Sometimes, it’s inevitable some people can’t stay.
Santa Cruz, CA
From friends to lovers, I’ve lost a number of people to drugs and alcohol. Their presence feels like an empty shell; hollow, but once present. Sometimes it’s every weekend, sometimes it’s every day, or maybe every 5 minutes. Then suddenly reality becomes too much. Without it, they feel crushed by the weight of the world; with it, they feel whole, continuing to avoid the hole the void in themselves created.
"Just one drink, just one bottle, just one hit, just one more line to get me feeling alright again." But one just isn’t enough; no, it’s never enough. Sobriety will come one day, but not tonight, not this minute.
He was wondering why I didn’t like not being sober and after my initial reason, I realized my other reason.