I grew up in a house on fire. With a smoke so thick, how could I have known the rest of the world wasn’t burning, too?
Self-portrait
I grew up in a house on fire. With a smoke so thick, how could I have known the rest of the world wasn’t burning, too?
Self-portrait
Leave the shovel behind. I’ll use only my claws to dig up the heavy things that I’ve buried. And I’ve tried to be kind to these flaws but I’d cut off my hands to let go of the secrets I’ve carried.
Self-portrait
I imagine a time when the days come easy.
I imagine days with you.
It is difficult to imagine one without the other.
Self-portrait
I loved her and I loathed her, and such things existing inside me at once must be how it feels when black holes are made.
Photography by Jon Hauge
My heart, she seemed a wild thing I kept shrewdly caged.
I could not dull the way she loved nor the way she raged.
Photography by Scott Rust
To think, I may have gone on contentedly enduring this half-life of mine. But you had to go and smile at me, and now I know well the agony and ecstasy of being truly alive.
Self-portrait
I am certain if I met my younger self, she would not recognize me. And when I meet my future self, I hope she, too, will be magnificent in ways I never saw coming.
Self-portrait
What do you dream of when you’re wide awake? For me it was an open door, a chance at a life I’d never known before.
Photography by Abigail Saturday
How much more time will you waste doing what’s expected of you?
I can think of no greater regret than looking back on my life and wishing I’d been braver.
Photography by Scott Rust
It's human nature to posses beautiful things, to take the rare and the precious and put them on a shelf. But you cannot tame people the way we do potted plants. You can't hold them hostage and expect them to grow. And if you pluck a flower knowing it will wilt, you never really loved it at all.
Photography by Abigail Saturday