The Moon does not light up the night… it only proves that even dead bodies can still be seen from afar as something beautiful.

The only way to live

Where you can find me x

Now, during Pride, I find myself returning to these lines from Ocean Vuong’s poem Not Even This: “I used to be a fag now I’m a checkbox. The pen tip jabbed in my back, I feel the mark of progress.”

this photobook has taken my breathe away and I honestly haven’t been able to put it down ❤️‍🩹