self-portrait: january

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The sun was shining through the big window, so bright my eyes watered. My skin felt infused with warmth and like it was golden, even though it isn't. I forgot what I'm not and remembered what I am.

Where and how do you feel beautiful?

self-portrait: dreaming.

self-portrait: struggle.



taken immediately after an hour of trying to dance.

 Oh this neck injury. All I want to do is dance from my heart and I can't.