champagne for my real friends, real pain for my sham friends

by Rachel Lynch


Break with tradition, alive in the process. When you let your art make you feel alive. 

When you can talk your way out of anything. When you're crashing, but you're not tidal wave. When you're doe-eyed, tragic, hungover again. 

What you do on your own time's just fine. And I wanna be alone, but I always find myself with you. 

I'd rather waste our time together, cause we can get down. 

 

clothing by Jewel Toned

photos by Worn Out + Jonathan Fasulo