You can be all things at once.
The same way the streets are filled with cigarette butts and pee stains and flowers and trees so wide they make you stop in your tracks in awe of life -
You can be in pleasure from anger. In pleasure from grief. In pleasure from disgust.
These aren’t bad emotions. They are a necessary range of human expression.
You can be so beautiful that people stop you in your tracks to say you are a siren
And your body can simultaneously pour with blood and be bumpy with cellulite and it can break out everywhere.
You can feel complete joy in one moment and hate everything the next.
There is no such thing as perfect health, anyway. You are always dying.
Your blood is fucking magical. Even when it gets everywhere – how wild you are, how primal. Even when it is painful – how beautiful to be able to feel pain.
You are alive.
Something I love most about these blood photos are when people cannot decide if I am attractive or disgusting.
There are always both opinions. I am both things.
You are both things, too. You are everything.
Permission to be angry. Permission to feel shame. Permission to feel disgust. Permission to be messy. Permission to be excited. Permission to love fully. Permission to fucking exist
Give that to yourself today.
You are the entire universe in one being
All of it is beauty