I tried not to sleep for two days once, hoping the same would happen to me, but I feel too much to stay awake for that long.
The photos on your phone will never amount to the emotion that rushes through you in the moment.
First thing they teach you in art school is how to sketch the naked form, and that it’s beautiful and respected. Why is that not translated into everyday life?
shot in may/june/july, developed in september. “we unclip our life jackets and dive under, pushing our hair back.”
Your presence does not go unacknowledged. No, really. There, on the concrete. The sun was at our feet and it was shaped like crescent moons.
Finding sugar in the folds of our sheets the next morning. I think, sometimes, I forget how to be 15.
the day I turned 15 – notes on feeling out of place, twirling under streetlamps and waitresses with pink hair.