a bundle filled with french vanilla and juniper words. let me take you to a wonderland made out of floating jellyfish airplants, winter moons and dragon snappers between our roots. -the smell of fresh stars and season changing.

art is nothing more than the way we have to express how beauty looks through our eyes but art, the real, purest and most captivating form of art is finding beauty where nobody else can so i slipped through the most morbid corners of my guts to portray my misery with beauty to show everyone the beauty that nobody could see in me ❝ behind every exquisite thing that existed, there was something tragic ❞ [ pink collection III ]

lingering thoughts of a lost soul pondering the stars