behind my eyes, lies the story of “We” keep turning pages, I beg you. no need to re-read. you don’t hear me though. the first chapter was ...
orphaned dreams
"spinster of my dreams weave me a blanket of warm half-truths so i can hide myself, from my cold whole flaws" - unnamed poem i...
unravel
someone beautiful took these photos for me - blouse: h&m tank - blazer: thrifted, unknown - pants: moschino - flats: express swag...
return
i want people to look at my life and think: "what tragic poetry" i missed blogging about life and fashion more than a stoner ...
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