from the window

diary of a wallflower girl

the mascara paradox

pink raspberries
my soul is made of sugared dusk, wet lillies and constellations drowning beneath milkglass skies.
May 27•aanya :>

gospel of the nearly holy
the body grows beauty marks where it wants to be remembered.
May 19•aanya :>

sour sixteen
being sixteen feels like living in the margin of a grade 11 chemistry book, not the beginning, not the ending, but the chapter “organic chemistry” where…
Feb 11•aanya :>

strawberry freckles
the 'a' in my name stands for acne, and i've got 3 of them.
Mar 26•aanya :>

the ugly cake
sometimes the sweetest things don’t leave
Mar 24•aanya :>

from the window

diary of a wallflower girl