Sophie Rose

Writing by Sophie Rose // Illustrations by Lola Dunham

Writing by Sophie Rose // Photography by Amin Sharifi // CW: Rape I think it’s the intimacy and the beauty and the pain and the joy that I associate with love. The trauma has dulled those emotions for me. 

Poem by Sophie Rose // Illustrations by Frizz Kid

Writing by Sophie Rose // Photographs by Mr Koo // CW: mention of rape I was here, semi-exposed, with someone I trusted, in this environment of mutual respect and understanding, hearing validating encouragement and feeling brave.

Writing by Sophie Rose // Photograph by Arianna Ceccarelli

Writing by Sophie Rose // Photograph by Paolo Barretta // I have no idea where it’s going, but for once, it doesn’t really matter. I’m getting the opportunity to get to know someone again, with a clean slate and also an existing degree of affection and familiarity.

Writing by Sophie Rose // Art by Jane Rebecca Schwartz // I went through something. I know I’m not alone in that. I try not to use it as an excuse. I try to make the most of my one-hour-biweekly of therapy and I hope my meds are doing what they’re supposed to do. As much as it takes up my head I try to stay quiet about it.

Writing by Sophie Rose // Illustration by Lauren Cohen // I’m learning that I can’t compromise my own feelings in order to make other people feel more comfortable about my situation.

Writing by Sophie Rose // Photograph by Joana Meneses // We had the willpower, and we communicated, and we sacrificed, and we loved, and we tried so hard. But long-distance isn’t for everyone, and that’s nobody’s fault.