Yesterday was my brother’s birthday!! I love you, Ben! ♥️ 27 is no easy feat and you made it through. I’m proud of you and the sweet dad you’re growing into. (Here is Ben photographed with Laura sometime around her 1st birthday at my mom’s house) 🌸 #120mm #bridgetslittlebrother — view on Instagram https://ift.tt/Z5nC1Q7
Sweet birthday babies 🌸 very late to post but oh well! Happy to be alive for 31 years. Only getting softer and stranger 🪐 — view on Instagram https://ift.tt/athYOUs
I’m keeping flowers in full bloom / I’m lookin’ for answers from the great beyond ✨🪐
(going full cringe & posting me learning this song on the guitar to flaunt my new hair 💁🏻♀️ + to say look at that family of birds at the end!!!) — view on Instagram https://ift.tt/BYpXgnH
Anna & Laura in the kitchen at mom’s, sometime in 2020 🌸 — view on Instagram https://ift.tt/qDfkhjl
Dream job moment ☁️✨photographed @rosematafeo for @newyorkermag last week on rainy afternoon in Central Park 🥲😍🥵 can you believe it?! I can’t. She’s hilarious and wonderful and y’all gotta watch her show #starstruck ✨ thank you so much for trusting me with this portrait @breanna.denney // words by the coolest @coralie.kraft // beauty by @kirinstagram @hairbyromorgan ♥️ — view on Instagram https://ift.tt/Bt79xi8
Today is my dad’s birthday. 🎂 I wish more than anything that he was around a little bit longer. It has been increasingly hard to not fall into the what-ifs of who I would have been if he were here or if I knew him; it’s a constant challenge to have both feet grounded in this life when there’s an alternate reality lingering over my head. I’m trying (and will keep trying) to play the hell out of the cards I’ve been dealt and not hold on too tightly to the other timelines. I wish I could remember our time together clearly; I know somewhere somehow it’s still in me.
Every year on his birthday I seek out his favorite yellow cake with chocolate frosting. Sometimes I make it from scratch, sometimes from a box, sometimes with my family or with friends. Last year we got to picnic with him and some cake at the cemetery. This year, since I’m working this weekend, Tommy and I sought out one of the few places in NYC that sells yellow cupcakes with chocolate frosting. Love you, dad. Wish you were here ♥️ — view on Instagram https://ift.tt/rOgv4Ei
I love photos of nothing / blurry flowers with the focus on nothing special in the distance / maybe it’s all I’ve been looking at for a while, living at my mom’s, nothing special in the distance for miles. (this photo is from Tommy’s parents’ house in Maine though / same idea) 🌸 #120mm — view on Instagram https://ift.tt/9OANdVn
Alexandria looking like a dang renaissance painting ✨ (which one do you prefer, 1 or 2?) 🔮 #120mm — view on Instagram https://ift.tt/ECDOlcB
Wine & flowers in Karolena’s bicycle basket, a love note to warmer weather 💐 #120mm — view on Instagram https://ift.tt/dTxiKCR
Can’t say I love the passing of time tbh 🤷🏻♀️
this new year in particular is really digging into my existential anxiety. It was a hard year; I hope the next one brings more softness, more kindness, and more reasons to keep trying.
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upstairs at mom’s house in august or september, 2021 #120mm — view on Instagram https://ift.tt/3EAsyY4
Quiet moment in a sunny corner with my plants earlier this year 🌿 #120mm — view on Instagram https://ift.tt/3J3JOsk
What am I losing if I’m kind to myself? What is the tension I feel when I try to give myself some gentleness? I’ve been thinking about this lately & trying to hype myself up to finish a newsletter about it / why self love is so hard. What do you think? Do you have a hard time being kind to yourself? If so, what do you think are the biggest barriers to getting you there? If not, teach me your secrets please.
bridgetbadore.com/newsletter if you wanna subscribe 🌸 #120mm — view on Instagram https://ift.tt/3pmzKBP
I found these photo booth photos of my parents recently. What a thrill, to find something that feels new among the collection of things left to remember a person (it can feel so small, so limiting, to find new things within it can seem impossible but somehow it still happens, because we exist within so many people and 37 years of life doesn’t feel like a lot when it’s your dad but if you think about 37 years of documents of someone’s life, maybe that is kind of a lot).
Anyway, I love this photo, and I love the way it mirrors the photo booth photos of Tommy & me (you can see it in my grid). Constantly thinking about #abandonmentwounds and alternate realities where my dad is still alive. Been trying to push through writing about both themes all summer and now likely all winter, maybe they’re lifelong themes. #bbdadproject #cluboflostdaughters #deaddadsclub — view on Instagram https://ift.tt/3DpGEM7
Pretty little funny lilies in @jordansondler’s apartment in May. I love these sweet flowers as a symbol for some kind of hopefulness. In my silly little brain they are a visual reminder that I am capable of being held, being loved, missing brooklyn but still feeling it’s warmth from afar. Optimism or something like it. 💐 #120mm — view on Instagram https://ift.tt/3qqX7Mo