When Ur Friends Aren’t Into True Crime So You Just Have To Hype Alone.

Detail shots of my work at our graduation expo (Ink on paper, 2018)

Just ana goals

🌸 4-5 inch thigh gap

🌸 Boney shoulders

🌸 No bingo wings & toned arms

🌸 Boney wrists

🌸 Stomach line

🌸 H I P B O N E S

🌸 Thin delicate fingers

🌸 Size 00

🌸 Not being ruled by food

🌸 C O L L A R B O N E S

🌸 S H O U L D E R B L A D E S & S P I N E

🌸 Baggy jumpers look cute af

🌸 R I B S you can count

me: i need to end this war against myself. its pointless and unhealthy.

my brain: yes. lets die. then it will all be over.

me: that is NOT what i meant.

Between The Earth And The Sun                       

There is an explanation for the peculiar title of this picture. All the way up the side of the mountain there were miniature replicas of all the planets in the solar system, spaced proportionally along the road. The sun, a large yellow sphere mounted upon a lamp-post pole, emerged like some weird beacon out of the mist, and then several hundred metres further along, a marble-sized ‘earth’ was placed insignificantly upon a rock. The fog did make everything seem slightly otherworldly.

“I look like you wanna look, I fuck like you wanna fuck, I am smart, capable, and most importantly, I’m free in all the ways that you are not.”

Fight Club (1999) dir. David Fincher