Xantippa loved to take photos of me crying, because when I was sad I would dressup in my sister’s old cantina hooker halloween costume and drap myself in veils to play gin rummy with my dad, SOBBING. It was all my fault. My favorite picture she ever took was of my sister, in a fit of rage over having a younger sibling put my brother’s diaper on, and put her arm through one of the pant legs theereby giving herself a painful wedgie. It’s pure agony/delight. She is a great photographer precisely because she loves to photograph crying children. Officially if you can’t take photos of people crying one on one then you’re nada in my libro badchoiceofwords: ihatemyparents: I know how you guys LOVE pictures of me crying… Reblogging - genius.

Xantippa loved to take photos of me crying, because when I was sad I would dressup in my sister’s old cantina hooker halloween costume and drap myself in veils to play gin rummy with my dad, SOBBING. It was all my fault.

My favorite picture she ever took was of my sister, in a fit of rage over having a younger sibling put my brother’s diaper on, and put her arm through one of the pant legs theereby giving herself a painful wedgie. It’s pure agony/delight.

She is a great photographer precisely because she loves to photograph crying children. Officially if you can’t take photos of people crying one on one then you’re nada in my libro

badchoiceofwords:

ihatemyparents:

I know how you guys LOVE pictures of me crying…

Reblogging - genius.