💄Echo💋

I need/•deserve• to be spooned and petted and told to shhhh, shh shh go to sleep until I go to sleep

The captain is smiling on the light house saying “yar, I hate the sea and everything in it”

tbd, beautiful biscuit. Mornin! 🫶

partial selfie of a woman (chest to lips) underneath a white comforter in stormy natural light

partial selfie of a woman (chest to lips) underneath a white comforter in stormy natural light

thunderstorm in the morning, sailors heed warning

2 binder clips on a bedspread

wanna watch cartoons while I ice some body parts?

Tarot cards left to right devil sitting on a cage containing 2 people who are chained, lovers 3 people and Cupid in the top left corner, justice woman on a throne with scales and a sword.

The Scales and the Chain The Devil does not shout. He whispers. A hand on the back of the neck, a voice that says stay. Stay in the fire because it is warm. Stay in the cage because at least it is familiar. And the body remembers how easy it is to confuse gravity with devotion. The Lovers stand at the crossroads pretending this is romance the magnet pull, the sleepless wanting, the ache that feels holy only because it hurts. But wanting is not always a compass. Sometimes it is a chain polished bright until it looks like jewelry. 1/2

Justice waits quietly with scales steady as winter. She does not care how intoxicating the kiss was, how convincing the promises sounded in the dark. She weighs the truth. Not the words. Not the longing. Not the story we tell ourselves to make the shackles feel chosen. Only the balance of harm and honesty. And suddenly the choice is not about love at all but about whether you keep feeding the hunger that devours you, or finally place the blade against the chain and decide that freedom is the only fair verdict. 2/2

The Scales and the Chain

The Devil does not shout.
He whispers.
A hand on the back of the neck,
a voice that says
stay.
Stay in the fire
because it is warm.
Stay in the cage
because at least it is familiar.
#poetry #tarot

we’re unregulatable, like majestic wild exhausted stallions

i fanatically workout bc it’s good for me but really it’s so i have the physical strength to stir my jar of natural peanut butter

echru which is almost ecru which is the most boring color in the world 😔

fear of my power to manifest is exactly what made me start saying nah to shit instead of inventing illnesses

you see me sigh a lot.

selfie of a lady from thighs to lips, in the driver’s seat of a car, wearing jorts and a jirt. she is wearing hooters-girl nude tights and pink lip gloss

pov you are my steering wheel

sorry I’m late I started getting dressed and got distracted by my huge heaving gazongas

“anything fun goin on today?” is a question guaranteed to make me want to leap over the checkout counter and interrogate YEW about how much fun YOURE having

journaling in the morning really clarifies so much about what one wants from life

oh to have a nice lil owner who puts a collar with a camera on it around my neck so they can see my POV hangin out under cars and climbing trees and getting into violent aggressive shouting matches with other creatures like me

a woman taking a black + white selfie in a baseball cap, yoga pants and rhinestone bra

a woman taking a black + white selfie in a baseball cap, yoga pants and rhinestone bra

tracts of land tuesday

MY NERVOUS SYSTEM IS NOT THO HAHA

1505 ft climbed in 30 minutes. Heart rate spiked in the last push and then dropped over 30 bpm in the 5-minute cool down and you know what that means? means my cardiovascular system is chill as fuck, boy

tackling today’s to-do list w a quiet little voice that’s adding “you’re free” to the end of every item
therapy, appointments, errands, cardio - “doing this for the first time, free”
still reflexively arguing with it. there’s a lot left to get done.
but once it’s done and while it’s done - I’m free.

self portrait of me making important life decisions

👏less tongue depressors more tongue encouragers👏

airbnb but for blanket forts? can we make that A Thing?

My life formed a nexus point today. It’s weird to add another date to the calendar that will carry significance to me for the rest of my life. Especially when I’ve spent so long wondering which date would claim this particular space.
Good or bad or both, I wish I could tell Past Me: March 9, kid.

The wind swept through the woods, and the autumn leaves rose dancing, scarlet and gold in the fading light. And with them went Lirazel. 🍂⁠
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For "The King of Elfland’s Daughter" with The Conversation Tree Press. This piece will be on display @havengallery for my solo show March 14th – April 12th.⁠

we’re gonna need a longer line

black and white photo of Marilyn Monroe looking over her shoulder, being held by Arthur Miller

black and white photo of Marilyn Monroe holding Arthur Miller in a playful headlock

black and white photo of Marilyn Monroe gazing out of a doorway with Arthur Miller standing behind her

black and white photo of implied-nude Marilyn Monroe wrapping a bare arm around Arthur Miller from behind. he’s wearing a full suit and smirking

muse goals, next era

I’m gonna need a manager. not to speak with one, just need someone to manage

I see so many cool people in there!
Excellent skirckling 🤌

choker? I barely know h-

ohhh I _am_ her? I must be dissociating again huh