♡ ˚₊‧ ꒰ა About me ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ ♡
⋆ ˚。⋆୨୧˚ my name is Mya Faith
⋆ ˚。⋆୨୧˚ I’m a model in NYC
⋆ ˚。⋆୨୧˚ some notable work I’ve been in includes Vogue, Harpers Bazzar, Elle, Forbes, Grazia etc.
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YOU ARE THE REASON

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let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
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I'd rather be in outer space 🛸

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♡ ˚₊‧ ꒰ა About me ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ ♡
⋆ ˚。⋆୨୧˚ my name is Mya Faith
⋆ ˚。⋆୨୧˚ I’m a model in NYC
⋆ ˚。⋆୨୧˚ some notable work I’ve been in includes Vogue, Harpers Bazzar, Elle, Forbes, Grazia etc.
Siren song
…imback….
Bet the view is cool n all but I’m busy on tik tok
꒰ა White swan ໒꒱
Me for New York Bridal Fashion week
It was fun playing pretend bride :)
I’ve been quite busy with NYFW and Bridal fashion week but I’m backkkk
I’ll post some of my work from that very soon ⋆ ˚。⋆୨୧
Anywaysssss here’s me :)
Pastors Daughter
Cover me in holy water,
don’t you dance the pastor’s daughter.
Whispers in confessionals,
and lies like a professional.
A rosary wrapped around my wrist.
I pray like a child and sin like a myth.
Take each disaster, a sign from the saints,
be a good girl, adhere to restraints.
Velvet and venom, lullaby lies,
go down, Mother Pearl, go high hollow skies.
Keep on my path and I’ll carve you in stone,
I’m the only way to not feel alone.
Shut up n drive ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ ♡
♡ ˚₊‧ ꒰ა I’m such a certified lovergirl I even bruise in the shape of a heart ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ ♡
I know he won’t love me
by his unkempt hair,
the way he holds his hands
and his thousand years stare.
The harder I look
I still see myself there,
with that crooked man
in that creaking chair.
I tip toe around him
like glass on the floor.
I’m broken and bleeding
and begging for more.
Broken mirror with edges that glare.
One side myself
the other stripped bare.
He rocks and he wallows.
He speaks in his sleep.
He watches, he follows.
He falls and he weeps.
Won’t meet in the middle
But I love myself there.
Reborn or dying…
Man with unkempt hair