“My sister’s boyfriend, Fox, on his last day of high school. The sun was setting, and he and his friends were all playing around. I caught him in a moment of reflection.” By Petra Collins
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°As I empty my soul onto this page, I’m reminded of the satisfaction I get when I release what is in my heart. Pen hitting the paper with imperfect strokes creating an expression of merely what’s within. A mirror of my mind. A story and reflection of my heart. I yearn to express myself. I yearn to Write.
Show respect to people who don’t even deserve it; not as a reflection of their character, but as a reflection of yours.
“My sister’s boyfriend, Fox, on his last day of high school. The sun was setting, and he and his friends were all playing around. I caught him in a moment of reflection.” By Petra Collins
I want so many tattoos and flannels and pocket shirts and ripped jeans and boots and vans and snapbacks and oh my god I’m so gay
“My sister’s boyfriend, Fox, on his last day of high school. The sun was setting, and he and his friends were all playing around. I caught him in a moment of reflection.” By Petra Collins
Reblogging again because this is so beautiful
reblogging because imagining this feeling and what he must have been feeling gives me chills
“My sister’s boyfriend, Fox, on his last day of high school. The sun was setting, and he and his friends were all playing around. I caught him in a moment of reflection.” By Petra Collins
After several mornings of relapse over conditional love, something changed today. It was the way I saw myself. It’s when you become aware that you are made from love. I realized you don’t honor me in the way that someone with true love in their heart would. Love feels warm and in all of the forms it comes in, you don’t reflect any of them. You don’t mirror my soul and I have to know and love what I am looking into.
woah
EVERY BODY NEEDS TO HEAR THIS
Everyone needs Laverne cox to come to their house and spit truth in front of the mirror
Who sees the human face correctly: the photographer, the mirror, or the painter?

