When I was a little girl I had this doll. She ate with me, she slept with me, I gave her everything and I didn’t understand why she didn’t answer when I talked to her every night.
But now when I see this photo again I understand why she never responded to me - because she just didn’t want to interrupt me when I regretted myself.
flowers in the attic (2014)
i had photos of this place up earlier but it came out so much better on film