
wait for it,
i promise it’s worth it
If I had to love something it would be the color red. If I could
I would wear only
crimson, I would become a girl more blood than not. I would
paint my lips like a
dying city. I would be as beautiful as blood and honey.— Brynne Rebele-Henry, from “Self-portrait as a broken Venus statuette,” Autobiography of a Wound