screws loose, tell 'em

i remember walking out of sears with my first pair of heels in my backpack. and my heart was fucking racing. and i got home, and went straight to my room, locked the door, put 'em on... and, i just... felt like... i was collecting herbs, or making potions in order to up my manna, you know? like, it started with that, and then it was clothes, and then it was makeup, and eventually hormones.

u m , i j u s t k i n d o f k e p t l e v e l i n g u p .

every time i feel good, i think it'll last f o r e v e r .



g r a p h i c by this beauty .