“ oh, same old, ” cheryl shrugs, throwing the drink down her throat with ease. “ what’s going on in your life? ”

⠀ i have a very childlike rage, and a very childlike loneliness .

she is a wife and mother !

there’s no separation between our art … and our love.

it hurt me so i set it on fire.

dear mother monster, i’m so glad i never grew into your image. i overshadow you in every way & i will continue to. love, your failure: your beloved daughter.

she is more than willing to take a break from her canvas.

[ imessage ] : what on earth are you talking about ?

she’s staring thoughtful at the reader, tapping the handle of her paintbrush against her lips.

// • i loved this look so much 🥹

… wow.

sunday already?

doing well for yourself , v.

i had the same suspicions about you. they definitely do … we really got everything we ever wanted.

i know. my biggest dream was leaving riverdale , getting out of that house … with toni of course. and now we have a son. i still can’t believe it.

love is a downfall.

“ don’t i? ”

⠀ i have never understood where the line is drawn, between sacrifice and self – slaughter .

she’s back !