I don’t think everything has a place. photo / wiissa writing / Kendall Hill
I’m through the roof and out of line. photo / Lukasz Wierzbowski writing / Kendall Hill
we were dirty habits. photo / Dania Trejo writing / Kendall Hill SaveSave
maybe this life wasn’t meant for me lately, I excuse her for getting too close sins around me lately. photo / Leandro Furini writing / Kendall Hill
I wrote to give myself something to read
Instead of worshipping a creator or man, I cared fully for myself, and felt no guilt and confessed nothing, and in this place I wrote, I was nourished, and I grew
All these soft, warm nights going to waste when I ought to be lying in your arms under the moon
I love to kiss the pictures in your skin
Eyes open. Here’s a new world.
Those who love do not say no.