beatrix

there is ego there, in holding onto this belief that you are even capable of creating something perfect and undoubted. you come full circle and realize that even your insecurity reveals a self-obsession.

i have always wondered what it was about her that drove so many young women to cultish admiration. was it her death, our culture’s morbid fascination with tragedy and the white victim? or did it speak to something else, something more hidden? my theory in observing how the white writers of this moment have reacted to the world we are watching burn... See more