I lose my faith a thousand times a day. Eyes wide open for the fall. I want to be a diver. Show me love or take away my fears. Under covers. You spin me round like a doll. You pull my strings till there's nothing left. It's so tragic. Seaside love is automatic. Realists and romantics. White noise, foaming waves. Salty hair, don't tell me how to be.
salty hair beach coverup by Wildfox Couture
photos by Chris Nightengale