Vernal rite
“A nymph came pirouetting, under white
Rotating petals, in a vernal rite
To kneel before an altar in a wood
Where various articles of toilet stood.”
Mermaid motel
And you salute me, Miss America
Because
I am. I am.
Help me
Help me help me help me help m
Glamorous blur
I couldn't care less about staying alive anymore.
My life might become a meaningless but glamorous blur of existentialism and vapid beauty - at the very best, but I'll never be pure. My disdain for dirt and foulness is starting to shatter everything.
Things seem meaningless. Just completely hollow. I only want to seem elegant at this point. I still don't know how that would ever help me though.
Vanity
I try! I know for sure that I'll dye my hair green again - soon. Probably in just a few days. It makes me feel like a mermaid. Or princess Neptune. I feel like a traffic light though because I go from red to green all the time.
Januari
things i like #5
none of these photos are mine
Moon skin
Insomnia, night wandering and existentialism
Starry eyed
I still haven't learned to use them properly but I'm quite happy i bought these watercolours
Inspiration?
none of these photos belong to me
I am the sea and nobody owns me
“And like the sea, I’m constantly changing from calm to hell.”
