Britt Grimm:
the three of me
Britt Grimm:
expired dye job and 669
Britt Grimm:
fading behind the tulips
Britt Grimm:
First rites of spring. (First photo taken with my SX-70 with expired Impossible Project SX-70 film.)
Britt Grimm:
it's so cold, and it looks like rain, she said, and the wknd is blowing like it's the end of the world, she said. and it's cold, like the cold when you're dead. and then she smiled for a second.
Britt Grimm:
there are starfish riding waves inside of me
Britt Grimm:
I waited here all day
Britt Grimm:
It was all very confusing and made me feel slightly green. But nothing is what it is or was, no one is ever mean to me, not anymore. Not like before.
Britt Grimm:
and if you could love all of my personalities
Britt Grimm:
i want you to know, i'm a rainbow, too.
Britt Grimm:
watching stardust turn into loved ones turning into stardust, turning...
Britt Grimm:
red flowers in a blue world
Britt Grimm:
transmitting
Britt Grimm:
mythical creatures and fiery skies
Britt Grimm:
There isn't a flower, nor a cloud formation in a sun-setting sky more beautiful than your worse side.
Britt Grimm:
time is running out
Britt Grimm:
My deer girl, quite fawned of you...
Britt Grimm:
creepiest carousel
Britt Grimm:
the fairest has expired
Britt Grimm:
lost what i once held
Britt Grimm:
when your reflection is foreign
Britt Grimm:
flowers grew through the mirrors tears
Britt Grimm:
race between lace and the sun
Britt Grimm:
who is the scariest of them all
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trail of tears
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Britt Grimm:
crying mirror #2
Britt Grimm:
antlers and deer daisies
Britt Grimm:
crying mirror #3
Britt Grimm:
window pain #7
