Yasmin felt her heart begin to swell – a crackling fire, a wave coming in with the tide. Maybe this was what liking a girl – really liking a girl – was like.
I love you, so I’ll play the part of silver-tongued Hermes. I’ll lie, trick you, and tell you we have time as often as you need to hear it. Let another tomorrow through the door, I promise he won’t bite.
Sometimes i feel you
A photo series by Nur Aishah Kenton
No time to be stuck in the past, dreaming of what on I coveted. These rose-tinted glasses are growing dull.
The drawings came from a state of bliss and expansion, the type of clarity and creativity that would come about after orgasms.
It never occurred to me that photography could exist so close to home.