till 25th october
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marie, 21, germany
Death is so terribly final, while life is full of possibilities.
and the times we had, eh? in your dreams they’ll still be there.
Little eye blinks, they don’t look the same as other things. They’re not clear; they’re fuzzy. They’re grey—little moments in which big things are decided.. and this is one of them.
As a younger woman, that pressure [of looking perfect] got me down, but I’ve made my peace with it. With airbrushing and digital manipulation, fashion can project an unobtainable image that’s dangerously unhealthy. I’m excited about the aging process. I’m more interested in women who aren’t perfect. They’re more compelling.
such acts rip out the soul and make space for beasts to grow inside. armies need beasts, don’t they? pet beasts, to do their terrible work! and the worst part is, it’s almost impossible to retrieve a soul that has been ripped away. almost.
Job one is get out of that cave. A lot of people do get out but don’t change. So the thing is to get out and recognize the significance of that aggressive denial of your fate, come through the crucible forged into a stronger metal. Or whatever. But I don’t even know if that was my experience. It’s funny: five years ago, I would’ve made it sound like I’m conscious of my own participation in seizing the similarities. But so many things have become less certain. I swear to God. I am not my story.