but it doesn’t feel a thing like falling
I hated the smell of red wine. Still do. The way it lingered on the fingers, and the way the fingers hit my skin. I associate the smell with a blow, to the right cheek. Repeat. I still don’t understand how they can take something as simple as grapes and turn it into something that makes people so ugly. The smell intrudes my senses, my skin. The grapes destroy his brain cells, and then he destroys my face.
Cells need oxygen to breath. I’m convinced, two years later, that my cells could live on strength, sheer endurance. For I have endured more that I could ever ask for.
leopard cape by UNIF
leopard hellbounds platforms by UNIF
I’m sorry you had to go through that, Rachel. I hope you’re in a better/healthier place now, lovely <3
thank you, i will be xo
nice but not as inspired, as magical as your previous pieces. you seem to lack something. you should stop fighting with blanks and should let yourself go, let yourself be. It’s up to you. I think you know how. just do it [olympics mode]
this is the best thing you’ve written in a long time. xo
thank you, i feel the same… it comes from a bunch of journal entries i’ve done recently in the middle of the night
So funny how yourself writes to yourself and you answer to yourself… Yet, you’re no V.W or D.H.L.. THey were sp much better than you, even if you look so much like them…
You are like a doll! but cuter. :)
thank you xo
These images are gorgeous and your writing is stellar in this.