questions i think about

i wonder
what would happen
if i were to disappear?

look at me,
i am young,
i have nothing yet to fear.

but it hurts

to breath
to think
to live.

acknowledge me,
while i am
still here.

but i feel high

to not breath
to not think
to not live?

and so i question
what would happen
if i were to disappear?

would
they
still
look
at
me?

would
they
still
acknowledge
me?

questions i think about.

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ocean/salt water

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dilemma

sometimes it dawns upon me that i do not lead a very healthy life

but these vices give me pleasure in my every day

summer nights

top h&m, black exercise shorts

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jeans topshop, sunglasses rag & bone, top topshop, shoes cheap monday, bag weekday, hat new era

not really a wishlist since i already wear/own similar things, but im too lazy/self-consious to photograph myself.  appreciate the ability to dress down during the summers here in scandinavia

when i dont take my medication

it is a shame

that

i

will

probably

be gone

before

my

prime

a poem about tears

pouring rain,
rendition of nature's marvel,
and yet such a simple treasure is
hardly pleasured.

joining of two elements,
resonating chorus of rainfall
and the musky perfume that is earth.

silent trickle,
heavy with sentiment,
and yet the weightless pearl upon the cheek is
rarely considered.

alignment of two existences,
threatening throb against one's sanity,
the physical manifestation of the mental.

rain and tears,
reality at its most organic,
oblivious to how they are both so
paradoxically wonderful.

white tank top, skirt comme des garcon for h&m

spending my days drinking smoothies and watching tv shows, summer is lazy and i am getting a tan.  waiting for the winter, but a winter somewhere else

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senseless solitude

it is only natural for the mind to wonder during sleepless nights. but only some of us are vulnerable to the scratching negativity that crawls to the forefront of our very thoughts. as we toss and turn within the shelter of our covers, the bed no longer offers the unconditional comfort that it typically symbolizes.

the mind recites its bearers daily escapades, absentmindedly tripping over the minute details. upon encountering these details, the mind chooses whether or not to acknowledge and thus further consider them. however, more often than not, the mind contemplates its bearers potential near or far future: their hopes,, wishes, dreams ...





on the other hand, i cannot sympathize. my days are fulfilled by my nightly concoction of prescription pills. they give me the false belief that tomorrow will be a better day.

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shoes vagabond, tshirt cheap monday, shorts monki, bag maison martin margiela

im very picky when it comes to what i wear.  during the fall and winter i wear black and darker shades of grey, while during the summer i prefer white and lighter shades of grey.  still searching for the perfect white summer dress.

freja, my love

freja, my mizuki

sometimes she struggles to see reality,

distortion, by mizuki

work in progress, not exactly finished, some minor errors, but a taste of what's to come