the art of seduction.

No man hath it in his power to over-rule the deceitfulness of a woman.
- Marguerite of Navarre

sleeve.

that tiny thing on my sleeve is supposed to be in my chest.

karma.

Dear you know who you are,
I know what it feels like now.
I am so sorry. But don't worry, karma did it's job-
and did it well.

Sincerely,
Kristen.

i don't have to pretend.

I believe in fairytales.

can we?

One night, can we do this?

time.

I'm worth your time.

but!

But I like you!
This isn't supposed to happen...
ugh.
It's okay, I'll still be here.

bother.

Why do I even bother?
No one even appreciates the effort.
And while I'm downstairs alone, I wonder why I rushed to get here.

share.

My heart is mine, but we can share it.

giggle.

you make my heart giggle.

first.

When we first met, I had no idea you would be so important to me.

let's.

let's not try to figure out everything at once.

hope.

we all live with the hope that things will be different. one day.
that all this suffering is good for something.
that all this strength we've built up will be put to good use.

but what do we know?

one can only "hope."

wrong side.

this morning, i woke up on the wrong side of the bed, put the pictures back up, painted my nails, called my dad and wore jeans.
things are different today.
but my heart still hurts. although, it hurts a lot less today. and maybe even less tomorrow.

tomorrow i won't even wake up until i absolutely have to- but when i do, i promise i won't think of ..

b&w.

black and white memories always catch me off guard.
especially when my guard is up.

shade.

Don't my eyes turn the prettiest shade of green when I cry?

your shirt.

last night i slept in the shirt you left.

it sure doesn't hug me
quite as tight as you do.

make me wait.

tired.

i am so tired of studying.
i just want to sleep. and perform mindless tasks.
and think about nothing. and paint my nails. and eat.
uuuuuuuuuuuugh..

flowers.

who would want fake flowers?
the beautiful thing about real flowers is they only last for so long- so you're forced to enjoy them while you can.
can't the same be said about our life?

Sinto a tua falta.

(I feel your absence.)

kaja.

love everything about these photos.

with you-

-i am free.