Totes

Description: This is the look you get after awakening and realizing not everyone is coming with you.

Description: A wolf appears mid-howl while a beach fire burns itself down like it’s finished explaining things. Nature doesn’t ask permission, it just shows up louder than your doubts.

Description: Kurt Cobain´s spirit wandered into a deserted house in Iceland and made it his home. For now.

Description: Frida Kahlo in the Icelandic mountain range of the north.

Description: Sacred hearts multiply across a crumbling wall, devotion peeling but refusing to disappear. Faith survives here as ornament, rebellion, and glittering refusal to go quiet.

Description: Maybe the journey broke down but her becoming did not. This is what happens when wild instinct survives civilization and claims the landscape anyway.

Description: Raw bodies float through a bed of red roses, stripped of shame and framed by desire. Love here is not polite; it is feral, erotic, and deeply alive.

Description: This is childhood rewritten by memory, neglect, and the quiet struggles of becoming.

Description: A modern day priestess sits grounded beside her familiar, surrounded by crystals, hearts, and watchful eyes. Knowledge here is intuitive, embodied, and slightly dangerous to systems that prefer silence.

Description: The girl wades into the water, split by lightning and reflection, as if she herself is conducting a private storm. It feels like a moment of initiation where she harnesses and claims her own power.

Description: Weathered saints and street icons stare out from cracked walls, where halos blur into graffiti and devotion learns to speak in spray paint. The image hums with holy rebellion, as if faith itself slipped into the street to be reimagined by women who refuse to stay silent.

Description: A crumbling pink wall in an abandoned house becomes a shrine of defiance, plastered with women who refuse to be neat, silent, or told where they belong. Softness, rage, sexuality, and memory stare back at you.