You fight
Lies
Strung into your DNA like pearls
Begging to be told that they are beautiful
Demons and darkness and death and sin
All anxiety tries to murder the soul
But I have watched you bloom and bloom and bloom
And you have taught me how to grow
Some outfits make you feel like you could be the star of a Tarantino film. This is one of them. Especially since the entire thing was thrifted for less than $40.
Shoutout to Missy for letting me borrow this sick azz jacket. I wish I could claim it as mine, but it just doesn’t seem fair.
Also, plz do note the single blue finger nail inspired by my dear sweet Insta crush Cory Sarg.
Lay back
Sink
Sink
Sink
Let the sadness
Bleed
So you can paint with the blood
Ok, ok, ok. I admit it. I’ve been wanting to take pictures in front of a Weinerschnitzel for like, seven months now? This was for real unplanned, but when I drove by in this outfit I had to figure out a way to get the self timer thing to work.
And I did… Sorta.
Details on the fit: HOT DOG HOT DOG, here ya go!!
Blouse + Boots: thrifts from Salvation Army.
Dress: Forever 21 awhile ago. Not too proud about it. Yikes!
Earrings: thrifted in high school, but I recently found them in a box in the garage! Super stoked.
You took the bobby pins out of my hair and I was undone. You notice the small things that most people don’t, and I never want you to go.
I find tremendous freedom in the fact that you can only ever be who you are.
And it’s not poetry to walk on hot coals or to bleed your heart dry from so many tears cried out into an empty night.
But I had to start from scratch. And I’ve been real sour about it until about three days ago when I realized that this life is turning into something truer than I thought it could. And it’s okay. And I’m okay, too.
Maybe it’s silly, after all this time and space, but I believe that you can hear me. Because you picked me roses when I was sad. And you bled.
I’m hardly a romantic anymore. But sometimes I just want to say thanks.
I did it by myself, but not without you.