February 2012
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Soft, like my worn in comforter, splattered with pink and green floral imagery. Wrapped around your spidery legs, green sheets, faded like sun dried grass, hides your head. Tufts of morning light personified in golden rays, like warm thistle, peep up, as if bursting fourth from the ground in spring. A kettle upstairs chirps a melody, hot water, to pour into green, herbal tea, the only drink to be...
“Our eyelashes brushed like they would weave together by themselves, turning us...”
– Francesca Lia Block (via adeuls)
andthedevil asked: 30-40.
mysidian asked: 1-15 :3
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yosame asked: 90-100 :3
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cocaine-chic asked: Your blog's perf ♥
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