stuck.

Currently: asking myself to forgive my shitty poetry

The Precipice

I’m on the precipice of pretty

I have a balanced figure My head is a good size on my frame My legs are splotched and trailed Spider veins I have a nice set of hair It cascades Adjacent are scars Of acne’s past no less My teeth are straight, nice shapes With a button nose neighbor Small bumps squat there Refuse to leave, even when evicted A white hot flash on the hip? - Stretch marks Not an even tan

was creating magazine transfer art & was caught by the image left behind

If you do it right, it will last forever. It's as simple as that.

- Lella Vignelli

fiercely benevolent, ever intelligent, fixedly elegant in the face of a lifetime of sexism, to leave an indelible mark on design forever

you are significant. thank you for being an inspiration. you will help guide me