Winter is a reminder of human alchemy and the rawness of ice cold air on my skin!!!

distorted toes in water = gender
Open space of blue = gender
glittery waves = gender

i don't really desire to follow him around like a dog

I prayed and my hair started growing faster

I have six stitches in my mouth
The world is smaller and
Darker and is only my couch.

i love you, this place, where my feet are

what if I was celibate and got a septum piercing again and grew out my hair and laid on my acupressure mat every night and read for hours and woke up at 5 am and drank orange juice at breakfast and felt the cold wind on my face? what then?

pain feels heavy and not acute. like a mass of things that are just pain, stuff that blocks the view. joy feels light and everywhere. it’s in small and in big it’s in all. it can be a point but also span many points and exist in all space

what i believe to be True

this is it

this is it

my beach & two collection