Breakfast

taking pictures almost nude makes me feel so euphoric. like, i love living in my own skin. it’s sexy. the sheer physicality of it. I’m my own voyeur. My own visual director. Looking through my lens. Self-expression doesn’t have to be super defined

one of my favourite parts of the night is the subtle change from civil twilight to nautical twilight, when you begin to notice the warm street lights. there’s only remnants of light in the sky, and the brightest stars become visible again.

moi, moi-même et moi 🐞

glitched and forgot the lyrics. stan Amaarae

el arte de vivir es pintarse a uno mismo sin miedo

[gripping the sink] perfectionism does not help me avoid embarrassment or shame. perfectionism is in itself a form of shame. when i struggle with perfectionism i struggle with shame. when i struggle with perfectionism i struggle with shame. when i struggle with perfectionism i struggle with shame