Rotting, but the Good Kind (2021)
Rotting, but the Good Kind is one of my favourite series visually.
It is very personal to me, my poetry and bedroom.
It is a division in the mind of a teenage girl. A lonely, insecure creature that surrounds herself with material items and yearns for identity and acceptance. Fleeting moments of escapism and control of what little she can.
She always has something in her hands, never without a distraction.
In the good way you wash your hair in the sink and knick yourself while shaving. You smoke cigarettes and drink black coffee even though you hate how they taste. You run late in unwashed tights and crying on public transportation listening to something that makes you feel unique—bitter bitter bitter, and oh so sweet.
Yet, Rotting, is the urge to cry in the arms of the person who hurt you, To be cared for like a child again and be confidently told it was okay, your problems and small as you were. Watching as you destroy your image and have the power to stop it but don't. You meet at it each step and look it directly in the eyes.
It is Cathartic to romanticize and pick yourself apart.
It is very personal to me, my poetry and bedroom.
It is a division in the mind of a teenage girl. A lonely, insecure creature that surrounds herself with material items and yearns for identity and acceptance. Fleeting moments of escapism and control of what little she can.
She always has something in her hands, never without a distraction.
In the good way you wash your hair in the sink and knick yourself while shaving. You smoke cigarettes and drink black coffee even though you hate how they taste. You run late in unwashed tights and crying on public transportation listening to something that makes you feel unique—bitter bitter bitter, and oh so sweet.
Yet, Rotting, is the urge to cry in the arms of the person who hurt you, To be cared for like a child again and be confidently told it was okay, your problems and small as you were. Watching as you destroy your image and have the power to stop it but don't. You meet at it each step and look it directly in the eyes.
It is Cathartic to romanticize and pick yourself apart.