aurora le roux / d1 / cbd1

Your life is this— flowers dancing on wallpaper, blonde hair tangled in ornate hairbrushes, running your thumb over the crack in the corner of the mirror. You smoke, even though you’re young and it’s going to kill your lungs. Weak lungs make you worse at training but frankly you couldn’t give a fuck about that. Being a teenage girl is hard enough. There are boys and parties and the constant question of whether or not you fit in. You’re pretty enough, but some girls are prettier. Why should this even matter? It shouldn’t, but it does, so you tear yourself apart over it.

Inhale. Exhale. Spray perfume to hide the smell.

- daughter of eurydice
- cancer sun, virgo moon
- please get this girl a therapist