hungover sunday 24th Oct

The white sky seems to curve around the earth like a blanket, the scent in the air is of nothing much. And I walk.

grey skies

For some reason, on days like these I feel like I'm not myself. Like I don't recognise the girl who looks back at me in the mirror. Who is she? What do people think of her? Does anyone understand how she feels?

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It's raining outside, and this is what I feel like, like I'm forever on the edge of a very tall building, wind pushing and pulling me, closer to the edge, then further away, until I'm so dizzy I either sit down or fall.

need him more

i need all of this

blue violets, outside my window

Or at least I think they're violets..?
Here's some inspiration.




Booked in my tattoo for a couple of days time. Excited!