#s.r.w.

[imaginemirage]

"I was born in autumn and it still lives inside of me. I kill the things I love the most, I hand them over to the cold months. What good is beauty when a part of me is always dying? I am still cyanide, no matter how much I may taste like syrup. I'm still working on self-love; I will fight until my pupils dilate every time I look at myself in the mirror but for now, anxiety is an ocean that I run towards and let myself drown in. On some days, I swear, I am in love with this darkness that is mine to roam in."

s.r.w.

[qapcake]

{one day

i want to

wake up

and matter-

not to you

or

the world

just to

myself.}

- s.r.w.

‘Getting Up’ by Berthe Morisot (1885-86) // ‘Dance at Le Moulin de la Galette’ by Pierre Auguste Renoir (1876) // ‘Camelia’ by Helene Beland (2013)

[haleyincarnate]

Writing by S.R.W.

[the-lily-and-rose]

[itsagoodlife]

The rain falls for you just the way I do: Unapologetically, Over and over.

S.R.W.

[wmiqaqueen]

[wmiqaqueen]

[itsagoodlife]

One day I want to wake up and matter; Not to you, or the world, To myself.

s.r.w.