I want the hand that wasn’t posed perfectly because there was something honest in the way she held it. The blurred frame. The blown highlight. The expression between expressions. The image that may never win a technical argument but could ruin somebody emotionally in under three seconds. That is the shit I love. And maybe it isn’t even a return to something I stopped creating. Maybe it is permission to stop apologizing for the part of my work that has always wanted to go t

You are amazing and beautiful in your own ways, flaws and all. I just love helping you realize it 🖤✨

Emo Valentine's in the back of a Death Cab For Cutie