Minerva Blau

i sew and paint and write and i use this blog and my instagram (@minniesblue) to show me and u alike the fruits of my labor

sometimes i also just talk shit

Edit: this ran its course in that i apologised for the type of friend i was at 16, she was grateful and healed, she did not give me either of those things in return so i did not answer

I am sorry for my misgivings, but I also recognise that neither you nor I were a victim of what was a wonderful girlhood friendship but that had the flaws of any friendship at that age. i deserve people in my life that are as reflective as i am to them, that go out of their way to reflect on how they could have shown up for me as i do for them, who apologise loudly because they love me and we are flawed. I do not need someone who always does right by me, but I do need someone who is willing to give me the reflection back instead of drinking mine up like a vampire and moving on.

This was a sweater ive had since high school and i sewed up the holes worn into the pits and chopped off the sleeves and added ruffle edges for a more femme look

The symbolic breakdown of objects into polygamic form, encouragement of the idea that things are to be thought of as the sum of their parts. An appreciation of gross oversimplification by undertaking a process that actually makes the thing more complex.

What will I take with me? A distinct bitterness. Perverted values. A bad back, though I could’ve gotten that anywhere.

Some self lost, some self found, some self gained.

I can tell some part of me is dimmer for it all. I am not any richer. Every lesson came at a cost.

Playing dress up in a dress i am sewing for my mom

Its giving 90s garden party but i dont know of any fashioncore name for that

Also peep the heart shaped earrings

I am so girlcore

Line 1 of entry from one week ago: I feel nothing. Is this what I was avoiding?