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Taken with instagram
Taken with instagram
Taken with instagram
Taken with instagram
Taken with instagram
the days my hands were coming apart molecule by molecule were, if nothing else, a lesson in letting go.
destiny was a man and i could see him waiting for me.
morning really is the best time. i wake realizing the softness and warmth of my own skin. i wake wishing fingers in the bend of my knee and the fold of my breast. there are times i forget, especially in the morning. im most uncontrollable then, unable to distinguish between mind and body.
im most human at 8am.