You always revelled in the melancholic winter air, reminiscing about how the summer sun always kissed you ever so gently in the mornings. Even the sweetest of moments had a tinge of sadness to them when you replayed them on your lonesome walks home.

Lately dusk has been arriving much earlier than it once used to, and come five o’clock, the sky had already put on its darkest, navy blue gown. The air was different too, it was looming with a certain heaviness to it- but in no means was it unpleasant.

Last night I went drinking with a friend I haven’t seen in three years. Between the time he hotboxed my first apartment, 3 years of life happened. It is so scary to me how fast life is happening. 

I’m not cute pretty like I once was and I’m bit sad about it. I wish I wore cute outfits and dainty jewelry but I always look half-assed

The other day my mom found out i was permanently marking my friends with my art. She wasn’t opposed to it as long as it wasn’t on my own body . She made me promise her to not get any more tattoos until I’m 30. I said no 25. She said no - we will compromise. 27. This is much better than the time she made me promise her to never get tattoos indefinitely 

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archive moodboard for @bigfrogs

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“She Could Have Been A Cowboy”. Photographed by Anja Niemi

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