Some Cool Girl

Hey hi how ya durn

[mposada]

[korunak]

riita ikonen

[somecoolgirl]

It’s been a while.

[latinmood]

[sayspeakup]

“WYD?”

I’m busy

Creating

I’m a Creator

An Artist

I am beautifully

Equipped with

Everything

I need

My body

Nurtures me

I am home

I love it here

Cause

I feel safe

I can’t get enough of it

Drowned

In love

There is

No breath

Too shallow

Immersed in

All of

That

Around Me

Fearlessly

Unapologetic

& Proud —

I was angry

Or, am

Or, always

Will be?

Through it all

I know the value

Of peace

My peace

It’s mine

It’s up to me

So,

I’m busy

[snime]

sometimes “!!!!!!!!!!!” is a word

[somecoolgirl]

Just a big ol introvert, I am

[sayspeakup]

Who am I?

Somewhat of

A shapeshifter

I dabble

In every mystery

Of life

Wandering

The abyss

Melting in

High contrast

Somehow

Making me,

Me.

I am everything all in one.

One of billions,

One of one,

All at once.

Balanced & Aligned

With Light & Love

[seethruyou]

[cosmonauttum]

“Inside us there is a word we cannot pronounce and that is who we are.”

— Anthony Marra (via quotemadness)

[polkadotmotmot]

Markus Matthias Krüger - Solitär, 2014

[surra-de-bunda]

Tracee Ellis Ross at Clive Davis’ Pre-Grammy Party (2004).

[janeforest]

[freexmoney]

anonymous x wagonz x freexmoney

full shoot on patreon link in bio

[smooth]

[infected]

Queen of the Damned (2002)

[sayspeakup]

Self-Love Drug

I don’t really know what my problem is or if I even have a problem. All I know is that I know nothing, and I’m afraid. I don’t want to get hurt. I don’t want the doubtful part to be right. Maybe I just need to stop daydreaming. Stop with the happily ever afters. Why does that “favor” to myself, crush me? Can you believe I still sometimes think about going back? To dynamics and relationships that didn’t serve me. At least then, there wasn’t much to figure out. There was no change, no growth, no chance. I could count on everything staying the same. Maybe this new lease on life is more than I bargained for. If I could somehow afford this love, I may as well adorn myself in joy and possibility. Drown myself in freedom and opportunity. Suffocate in the endless space I create for myself, to roam aimlessly, to frolic, to leave behind my trail of colorful mess. My existence is an art gallery. One day I will be able to share my story. One day I will not be afraid to be seen for who I am. It will be that day I cry tears of joy, for the unconditional love I have for myself.