Waves / /

by Rachel Lynch in


ihateblonde-dollskill-brittannytaylor-41ihateblonde-dollskill-brittannytaylor-42ihateblonde-dollskill-brittannytaylor-43ihateblonde-dollskill-brittannytaylor-44ihateblonde-dollskill-brittannytaylor-45ihateblonde-dollskill-brittannytaylor-46ihateblonde-dollskill-brittannytaylor-47ihateblonde-dollskill-brittannytaylor-48ihateblonde-dollskill-brittannytaylor-49ihateblonde-dollskill-brittannytaylor-50ihateblonde-dollskill-brittannytaylor-51"My face above the water. My feet can't touch the ground. And it feels like I can see the sands on the horizon, every time you are not around.

I'm slowly drifting away. Wave after wave. And it feels like I'm drowning, pulling against the stream.

I wish I could make it easy, easy to love me. But still I reach, to find a way. I'm stuck here in between. I'm looking for the right words to say.

And it feels like I'm drowning."

skeleton onepiece by Rebel Circus 

black + white fur jacket from Revolve

ballet bae by Dolls Kills

photos by Brittanny Taylor