strike me.


Showing posts with label rackkandruin. Show all posts
Showing posts with label rackkandruin. Show all posts
Saturday, February 6, 2010
Thursday, January 21, 2010
transparent, light.
The yellow warmth
in my side
turned to stone
when I saw Jinny kiss Louis.
I shall eat grass and die in a ditch in the brown water where
dead leaves have
rotted.
...
Maison Martin Margiela
The veil. sighs*
Diamond Bones mentioned it here.
I mentioned it a while ago but insist on re-posting because of how fantastic it is.
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diamond bones,
margiela,
rackkandruin,
veils,
virginia woolfe
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