I look up at the first star appearing in the twilight sky, barely visible against the city glow. I make a wish, though I don't need to. I’m already living it. I’m here, I’m seen, and for a fleeting, beautiful moment, I get to share that light with you.
The bathroom light is too bright. It always is at this hour. It hums, a low, electric lie that promises warmth but only exposes the cracks in the tile and the truth under my eyes. angie faith pov
The Weight of the Crown
We’re shooting on the High Line today. The wind is aggressive, whipping strands of hair across my face, but I don't mind. The camera loves chaos. It loves movement. I look up at the first star appearing
