"come on in, the water's warm"

by Rachel Lynch in


"Models don't usually write books, put words to their photos, or share their diary with the internet. You are a new breed."

It's sad that those of us who want to live outside of whats socially acceptable or considered normal must suffer. It's sad that we must lay awake in bed at night crying because we believe we must deliberate between right and wrong. When you live a lifestyle that has never been done before, never revealed itself to the world before; You're going to run into wall after wall. Luckily, these walls will all be mostly mental and you must simply find the strength to hall your ass over the brick. Sometimes things scare me, but that doesn't mean I have to live scared. Caught in the pressures between two mediums, I should be free to love who I choose. I should be able to sleep soundly at night knowing that I lived the day how and where I wanted. I will wake from these pressures like a newborn and learn to see without prejudice. I cannot pass judgment on my life or the life of any others. Often imitated, never duplicated. I believe in something higher than myself, but I don't have to give that something a fucking name.

FUCK FREEDOM