The Lipstick Narratives

the yee to my haw 🤠
& don’t tell the predators event photographer we’re pens fans. their camera loved us.

no girl pics, just sunshine & vibes 😎🏝️

High on life & illusion

unfortunately there’s been a lack of fun & sexy imagery in my camera roll.

my aura reader said you’re killing the vibes

don’t mind me if i’m wearing this lip combo until february.

kackie lip liner
black tie

snaps from the lake ⛵️

Late summer runs thick like molasses, smells like honeysuckle and rum, char and smoke, and sounds like the 9pm curfew siren ringing from the fire hall. The streetlights come on, but you’re not ready to go home yet - you’re too busy plucking the butts off fireflies to stick together into glowing rings, before you become too soft for it.

I should be running barefoot through the grass, hanging from the tree limbs, washing the dirt from my hands in a cool creek - skinny dipping in a lake with a lover, combining saliva and sweat as August turns to September and the golden hour sunlight turns to moonlight shadowed by trees stagnant in the heavy summer air. I want to be in love with you, but I know you never will. These good things come to an end in a slow burn. And I am smoldering.

1 | 1/2 of a butterfly
2 | drinks to go
3 | a lover
4 | cicada carcass
5 | evening sky
6 | schrödinger’s chipmunk (see also: nature)

these selfies are to me as chips are to lay’s - couldn’t have just one

I see the hills encasing this valley every time I look in the mirror.

The dips and peaks across my sight line echo while I apply creams, with care, alone in my bedroom.

The rivers are calm, and my mind feels content.

I look at a snapshot and say, “Hello, beautiful. God, is that you? Your artistry? I find comfort here.”

And this precise moment of simply existing is the moment I secure my damnation.

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