
05/03/2025
From my "I chose the house era" archives.
This was the era I survived a narcissistic abusive relationship and rekindled with the 23 year old version of myself. She was definitely always my favorite.
Ahhh. The peace I finally felt again. He told me to sell the house or leave him... so here we are.
Me and my Rory in my big spooky house. Moving the bed in every single room at some point, living in shambles and plaster dust.
Just in case any of you are ever given an ultimatum to choose between your passions or shrink to conform to other people's insecurities – choose the house. Trust me.
Always choose the house.
Self portraits by moi 🖤