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“She did not know if her gift came from the lord of light or of darkness, and now, finally finding that she didn’t care which, she wad overcome with almost indescribable relief, as if a huge weight, long carried, had slipped from her shoulders.” – Stephen King, Carrie (1974) Bathed in pigs blood running down her acne-ridden face and fat body, Carrie White should be in a puddle of her own despair on floor. That’s what her classmates thought she would do, wasn’t it? Lay down and wait to die like an animal, all while they pointed and laughed. How deeply sick and poetic that her tormentors didn’t really know who she was until it was too late. Like a phoenix rising from the ashes of her own wishful thinking, Carrie is no longer afraid of who she really is. She’s become the very monster they all accused her of being. All of them – her mother, her classmates, even God – left her with no other choice. You tried so hard to be good, my sweet Carrie. You walked on eggshells and gave this world everything you had, and it still wasn’t enough. But I know a secret you will soon discover yourself. Who you are, in all of your horrifying and holy glory – no one can take that from you. And it’s almost strange, how quiet it is now. They aren’t laughing at anything anymore. Photos by @_macarony Carrie White 3/3 ❤️

“She did not know if her gift came from the lord of light or of darkness, and now, finally finding that she didn’t care which, she wad overcome with almost indescribable relief, as if a huge weight, long carried, had slipped from her shoulders.” – Stephen King, Carrie (1974) Bathed in pigs blood running down her acne-ridden face and fat body, Carrie White should be in a puddle of her own despair on floor. That’s what her classmates thought she would do, wasn’t it? Lay down and wait to die like an animal, all while they pointed and laughed. How deeply sick and poetic that her tormentors didn’t really know who she was until it was too late. Like a phoenix rising from the ashes of her own wishful thinking, Carrie is no longer afraid of who she really is. She’s become the very monster they all accused her of being. All of them – her mother, her classmates, even God – left her with no other choice. You tried so hard to be good, my sweet Carrie. You walked on eggshells and gave this world everything you had, and it still wasn’t enough. But I know a secret you will soon discover yourself. Who you are, in all of your horrifying and holy glory – no one can take that from you. And it’s almost strange, how quiet it is now. They aren’t laughing at anything anymore. Photos by @_macarony Carrie White 3/3 ❤️

“She did not know if her gift came from the lord of light or of darkness, and now, finally finding that she didn’t care which, she wad overcome with almost indescribable relief, as if a huge weight, long carried, had slipped from her shoulders.” – Stephen King, Carrie (1974) Bathed in pigs blood running down her acne-ridden face and fat body, Carrie White should be in a puddle of her own despair on floor. That’s what her classmates thought she would do, wasn’t it? Lay down and wait to die like an animal, all while they pointed and laughed. How deeply sick and poetic that her tormentors didn’t really know who she was until it was too late. Like a phoenix rising from the ashes of her own wishful thinking, Carrie is no longer afraid of who she really is. She’s become the very monster they all accused her of being. All of them – her mother, her classmates, even God – left her with no other choice. You tried so hard to be good, my sweet Carrie. You walked on eggshells and gave this world everything you had, and it still wasn’t enough. But I know a secret you will soon discover yourself. Who you are, in all of your horrifying and holy glory – no one can take that from you. And it’s almost strange, how quiet it is now. They aren’t laughing at anything anymore. Photos by @_macarony Carrie White 3/3 ❤️

“She did not know if her gift came from the lord of light or of darkness, and now, finally finding that she didn’t care which, she wad overcome with almost indescribable relief, as if a huge weight, long carried, had slipped from her shoulders.” – Stephen King, Carrie (1974) Bathed in pigs blood running down her acne-ridden face and fat body, Carrie White should be in a puddle of her own despair on floor. That’s what her classmates thought she would do, wasn’t it? Lay down and wait to die like an animal, all while they pointed and laughed. How deeply sick and poetic that her tormentors didn’t really know who she was until it was too late. Like a phoenix rising from the ashes of her own wishful thinking, Carrie is no longer afraid of who she really is. She’s become the very monster they all accused her of being. All of them – her mother, her classmates, even God – left her with no other choice. You tried so hard to be good, my sweet Carrie. You walked on eggshells and gave this world everything you had, and it still wasn’t enough. But I know a secret you will soon discover yourself. Who you are, in all of your horrifying and holy glory – no one can take that from you. And it’s almost strange, how quiet it is now. They aren’t laughing at anything anymore. Photos by @_macarony Carrie White 3/3 ❤️

“She knew with suddeness and ease that this moment would be with her always, within hand’s reach of memory. She doubted if they all sensed it – they had seen the world – but even George was silent for a minute as they looked, and the scene, the smell, even the sound of the band playing a faintly recognisable movie theme, was locked forever in her, and she was at peace.” – Stephen King, Carrie (1974) Oh, my sweet Carrie. I’ve dreamed of this photoshoot for years 🥹 Carrie means so much to me. Stephen King is my favorite author of all time, and Carrie has always been among my favorites of his stories. Finally executing this concept with @_macarony was so strangely cathartic. Loving Carrie feels a bit like loving little me – fat, different, religiously traumatized and very much feeling like “they’re all gonna laugh at you” when I tried to be anything else. In the moment of winning prom queen, Carrie finally, finally feels this sense of calm and acceptance in her chaotic life. I’ve always loved Sissy Spacek’s portrayal of the seconds before pigs blood is dumped on Carrie’s head. Smiling, in tears, so grateful and in such disbelief that those who tormented her now would accept her in this way. A fleeting moment of real happiness in her life… before it all comes crashing down. Carrie White 1/3 ❤️

“She knew with suddeness and ease that this moment would be with her always, within hand’s reach of memory. She doubted if they all sensed it – they had seen the world – but even George was silent for a minute as they looked, and the scene, the smell, even the sound of the band playing a faintly recognisable movie theme, was locked forever in her, and she was at peace.” – Stephen King, Carrie (1974) Oh, my sweet Carrie. I’ve dreamed of this photoshoot for years 🥹 Carrie means so much to me. Stephen King is my favorite author of all time, and Carrie has always been among my favorites of his stories. Finally executing this concept with @_macarony was so strangely cathartic. Loving Carrie feels a bit like loving little me – fat, different, religiously traumatized and very much feeling like “they’re all gonna laugh at you” when I tried to be anything else. In the moment of winning prom queen, Carrie finally, finally feels this sense of calm and acceptance in her chaotic life. I’ve always loved Sissy Spacek’s portrayal of the seconds before pigs blood is dumped on Carrie’s head. Smiling, in tears, so grateful and in such disbelief that those who tormented her now would accept her in this way. A fleeting moment of real happiness in her life… before it all comes crashing down. Carrie White 1/3 ❤️

“She knew with suddeness and ease that this moment would be with her always, within hand’s reach of memory. She doubted if they all sensed it – they had seen the world – but even George was silent for a minute as they looked, and the scene, the smell, even the sound of the band playing a faintly recognisable movie theme, was locked forever in her, and she was at peace.” – Stephen King, Carrie (1974) Oh, my sweet Carrie. I’ve dreamed of this photoshoot for years 🥹 Carrie means so much to me. Stephen King is my favorite author of all time, and Carrie has always been among my favorites of his stories. Finally executing this concept with @_macarony was so strangely cathartic. Loving Carrie feels a bit like loving little me – fat, different, religiously traumatized and very much feeling like “they’re all gonna laugh at you” when I tried to be anything else. In the moment of winning prom queen, Carrie finally, finally feels this sense of calm and acceptance in her chaotic life. I’ve always loved Sissy Spacek’s portrayal of the seconds before pigs blood is dumped on Carrie’s head. Smiling, in tears, so grateful and in such disbelief that those who tormented her now would accept her in this way. A fleeting moment of real happiness in her life… before it all comes crashing down. Carrie White 1/3 ❤️

“She knew with suddeness and ease that this moment would be with her always, within hand’s reach of memory. She doubted if they all sensed it – they had seen the world – but even George was silent for a minute as they looked, and the scene, the smell, even the sound of the band playing a faintly recognisable movie theme, was locked forever in her, and she was at peace.” – Stephen King, Carrie (1974) Oh, my sweet Carrie. I’ve dreamed of this photoshoot for years 🥹 Carrie means so much to me. Stephen King is my favorite author of all time, and Carrie has always been among my favorites of his stories. Finally executing this concept with @_macarony was so strangely cathartic. Loving Carrie feels a bit like loving little me – fat, different, religiously traumatized and very much feeling like “they’re all gonna laugh at you” when I tried to be anything else. In the moment of winning prom queen, Carrie finally, finally feels this sense of calm and acceptance in her chaotic life. I’ve always loved Sissy Spacek’s portrayal of the seconds before pigs blood is dumped on Carrie’s head. Smiling, in tears, so grateful and in such disbelief that those who tormented her now would accept her in this way. A fleeting moment of real happiness in her life… before it all comes crashing down. Carrie White 1/3 ❤️

“She knew with suddeness and ease that this moment would be with her always, within hand’s reach of memory. She doubted if they all sensed it – they had seen the world – but even George was silent for a minute as they looked, and the scene, the smell, even the sound of the band playing a faintly recognisable movie theme, was locked forever in her, and she was at peace.” – Stephen King, Carrie (1974) Oh, my sweet Carrie. I’ve dreamed of this photoshoot for years 🥹 Carrie means so much to me. Stephen King is my favorite author of all time, and Carrie has always been among my favorites of his stories. Finally executing this concept with @_macarony was so strangely cathartic. Loving Carrie feels a bit like loving little me – fat, different, religiously traumatized and very much feeling like “they’re all gonna laugh at you” when I tried to be anything else. In the moment of winning prom queen, Carrie finally, finally feels this sense of calm and acceptance in her chaotic life. I’ve always loved Sissy Spacek’s portrayal of the seconds before pigs blood is dumped on Carrie’s head. Smiling, in tears, so grateful and in such disbelief that those who tormented her now would accept her in this way. A fleeting moment of real happiness in her life… before it all comes crashing down. Carrie White 1/3 ❤️