i am not Ana's photostream  

i have basically known this girl ever since she was born.
(there used to be another part of the description that i just kept writing and deleting and then writing again, but i decided that my description happen to be to emotional/personal anyway.)

The bell jar is an inverted glass jar, generally used to display an object of scientific curiosity, contain a certain kind of gas, or maintain a vacuum. For Esther, the bell jar symbolizes madness. When gripped by insanity, she feels as if she is inside an airless jar that distorts her perspective on the world and prevents her from connecting with the people around her. At the end of the novel, the bell jar has lifted, but she can sense that it still hovers over her, waiting to drop at any moment.

one thing that you can do when you are half dead and cannot leave the house is reading books and analyzing them over and over again until it is stuck in your head forever.

(the third of the window light self portrait therapy blah series, i like b&ws lately. kind of.)

she could swallow me, or help me swallow pride.
listen.

this looks a lot like my older photographs, and i admit that i have used this window as a lighting sources countless times.
this is kind of personal. the hand does not look like it belongs to the body. i have had some kind of skin (also, some other) issues, this is why my skin itches like hell and looks like some kind of a weird fish.

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to ever get better.

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(the last one of Pia, i promise.)

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