Model - Sammie Haider

Model - Sammie Haider


Models - Sammie Haider, Joe Haider, and Roland the Dog

Models - Sammie Haider, Joe Haider, and Roland the Dog


“Sometimes the Bible in the hand of one man is worse than a whisky bottle in the hand of (another)… There are just some kind of men who - who’re so busy worrying about the next world they’ve never learned to live in this one, and you can look down the street and see the results.”
-To Kill a Mockingbird
Model - Sammie Haider

“Sometimes the Bible in the hand of one man is worse than a whisky bottle in the hand of (another)… There are just some kind of men who - who’re so busy worrying about the next world they’ve never learned to live in this one, and you can look down the street and see the results.”

-To Kill a Mockingbird

Model - Sammie Haider


“By the time I’ve finished with you, you won’t know whether you’ve been kissed or cut, whether you were loved or butchered. and either way you probably won’t care, just grateful you came close enough to touch.” -Warsan ShireModel - Sammie Haider

By the time I’ve finished with you, 
you won’t know whether you’ve been kissed or cut, 
whether you were loved or butchered. 
and either way you probably won’t care, 
just grateful you came close enough to touch.
” 

-Warsan Shire

Model - Sammie Haider


Model - Sammie Haider

Model - Sammie Haider


Model - Sammie Haider

Model - Sammie Haider


“She is so lovely she could kill you without you even noticing it. A monster girl who knows when to kiss and when to kill.” - Cameron JaceModels - Sammie Haider, Joe Haider

“She is so lovely she could kill you without you even noticing it. A monster girl who knows when to kiss and when to kill.” 

- Cameron Jace

Models - Sammie Haider, Joe Haider


Anonymous said: Have you read Wild?

I don’t believe I have.. Can you tell me more about it?


“There were once two sisters
who were not afriad of the dark
because the dark was full of the other’s voice
across the room,
because even when the night was thick
and starless
they walked home together from the river
seeing who could last the longest
without turning on her flashlight,
not afraid
because sometimes in the pitch of night
they’d lie on their backs
in the middle of the path
and look up until the stars came back
and when they did,
they’d reach their arms up to touch them
and did.”   -Jandy


Black crow eyed, and red thread stitched, I an etching on ice. I twist away from your ill intentions, avoiding distasters like it’s a dance.

I wear my tears like you’ve worn ribbons in your hair; a decoration, a declaration of what I am worth, of who I think I am. I have always been more sincere than you. More genuine. I never hid, like you, behind men and imitation.
I think you burned with the fields that fall. I think you all burned away into cinders and ash. I think I realized this just as all of you ceased glowing; a distant, far off meteor crash.
I know your ghosts were watching. You had the expectation I wouldn’t be able to thrive. That I’d lay down, instead, right there in your remains; a lostling unable to survive. Self Portrait/Writing - Myself

Black crow eyed, and red thread stitched, I an etching on ice. I twist away from your ill intentions, avoiding distasters like it’s a dance.

I wear my tears like you’ve worn ribbons in your hair; a decoration, a declaration of what I am worth, of who I think I am. I have always been more sincere than you. More genuine. I never hid, like you, behind men and imitation.


I think you burned with the fields that fall. I think you all burned away into cinders and ash. I think I realized this just as all of you ceased glowing; a distant, far off meteor crash.

I know your ghosts were watching. You had the expectation I wouldn’t be able to thrive. That I’d lay down, instead, right there in your remains; a lostling unable to survive.

Self Portrait/Writing - Myself



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