not one second. not one breath. i stand here glowing against grey concrete, cross on my chest, knowing every unpredictable hand only makes me more unstoppable.
white and green never looked so holy and sinful at the same time. cross dangling, varsity jacket on, blonde bob immaculate. she looks like she prays and plots in the same breath and somehow makes both look effortless.
this is what golden hour looks like in a girl: sunkissed skin, honey-caramel hair, and the softest, most knowing expression. she carries wild sweetness in her smile and grace in every delicate movement.
off-shoulder top teasing confidence,
lips slightly parted like she’s holding
back⠀secrets.⠀‘i figure⠀life⠀is a gift’
words floating beside⠀her like they
were written for this exact moment.