I’m Sick And Tired Of Being Called “mortal” Like, You Don’t Know That. Neither Do I. I Have Never

I wanna be a bad bitch but instead I’m just a sad bitch

the fact that i’m not on a balcony in italy watching the sun set eating fresh fruit with my lover is offensive

ANNE SEXTON

‘The Truth the Dead Know’, The Complete Poems (1981);

original photos and edit

Sometimes you feel like editing percabeth 2.0

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my favorite journal page so far. this is what happens while listening to ‘Back to Black’ by Amy Winehouse at 12:47AM.

no negativity this year we love ourselves like supervillains

“…we strew petal by petal the flower of our heart;”

— Amy Lowell, from A Dome of Many-Coloured Glass; Petals.

Aya Gueye by Álvaro Gracia for Schön! Magazine  - June 2020