Est. 2009
chasing alice // signed anonymous words
a collection of my open letters and in a world of trophies for display; I documented years of my faceless images so I would be heard for my words and not my false surface.
this blog is dedicated to everyone who wonders if I’m writing about them.
I am.
hi.
you’re a tragedy, aren’t you? - he asked
I write so I can breathe
we’re all just a bunch of addicts,
struggling with
our drug
of choice
words my vice as no one listens
snorting pretty little lines of
Snow White lies
my existence is a scandal
she wore a thousand faces
all to hide her own
so they may see me
buried by the main character
her beauty is her brain
xo, signed anonymous words
