by Juergen Teller
snoopystone… cornersnope?
might just finally give up and download hinge. I’m tired of men just staring at me. TALK TO ME FOR FUCK’S SAKE.
hi human baby, I feel so exhausted all the time with the expectations of my desires, but I never act on them because I never feel good enough. I’m so tired of trying to be good enough. I want to write, but it feels so selfish and pointless. But we both know that’s really a flimsy cover for terror. I know I must let go of this desire, but the grief is overwhelming. What do I do?
Do you want to write? Or do you want to be the person that writes? The first sounds like desire. The second sounds more like expectation. Actually, desire is pure, and it overrides any belief about what you should or should not be. Your actions become a map of your desires. Your life becomes it's portrait. Yours tells me that you want to hide. But how am I supposed to love you if I do not know you?
good fucking GOD.
Tippi Hedren having her cigarette lit by a crow on the set of The Birds.