'Visual Artist, Hobbyist Photographer'


"Maybe we feel empty because we leave pieces of ourselves in everything we used to love," r.m drake


Bleed it out

Lashes heavy. Tightened. Barren and wet. Pretty lips pressed. Tongue tied. Still with a sweat. Eye's trembling, tracing back and forth. Bitter, broken, bruised, her unconscious conscious takes flight

Moon Flower

'She was a Moon Flower, Only blooming at night... ..


'if it's real' it excites my soul to the core. I find myself getting emotional when I edit lately. It allĀ opens up my heart just a little more. I love the exuding emotion. The kind that seeps in to your... Continue Reading →


a nostalgic longing to be near again to something or someone that is distant, or that has been loved and then lost

‘I am my own Poison’

'I am my own poison' Self destructive

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