My teddybear in the background, behind the grown-up sunglasses (though not quite as cool as her Lennon-style ones). I see that now, although unintentional.
Its fucking brilliant to have you see these things. Do you smoke? All I want is a cigarette.
Certainly, Ido, my teddy bear tsaritsa. I should like very much to share French inhales and sharp breaths with you on your replica of the Mathilda & Leon set.
We could paint the town/the set a brighter and more blazing fireengine red as a twin pair of Mathildas who share all things including lipstick {applied from liptolip}, than we could as a Mathilda and a Leon. Leons are as bad news as a nuclear war crisis announcements in the headlines of a papers are. Though sometimes I can put on the ritz and wear a Jean Reno costume consisting of a clinging stark white shirt contrasted with pistolblack suspenders. During the dressup segment we will both wear the Marilyn dress and starlet garments.
Or you can and I will be the audience and attempt to make conjectures as to which film queen you are?
Ah, two Mathildas is certainly the better option! But I would very much like to see you one day dressed up in suspenders, and that white shirt, turned loose on your small frame. We could tuck strands of hair underneath our noses and pretend they are moustaches, and then we'd raise our glasses to the beauty of girls.
As for coming to vague conclusions about which film stars we are, I'm fairly out of touch from the film world. But I have always thought Winona Ryder was something special! How about you?
(to be honest, you look like a little film star as it is, you shouldn't wish to be anything else!)
You are quite right, I am rather small. I am scarcely taller than a Thumbelina, as anyone who has seen me inside of a barleycorn blossom or in a tulip petal floating down the river can tell you. I would be a peculiar Leon.
As for Mlle. Ryder, I think you must be a dream archaeologist and you have been excavating mine, as I dreamt I met her in the midst of a crowd in a galleria not one week ago. I awoke before I'd the chance to kiss her. We should wear Winona circa Heathers and Welcome Home, Roxy Carmichael costumes and dream reenactment will ensue.
Ah, I've been told I fit into pockets! A mere five ft. zero (just). I enjoy to be sitting in violets, becoming vivacious and violent. Rivers are my favourite hideaway.
!! Maybe we steal her from each other's heads? Your dream to my dream and back again, because she's been in mine and I've woken before kissing her! When the girls come Doe-like and porcelain skinned, I cannot understand heterosexuality, it must be impossible!
You know it's funny. I've been embracing my mid-90's clothing recently.
P.P.S. You've clouded sight, I'm not light and airy like you! I hope you realise how beautiful you are yourself. *gargantuan roar of agreement*
When girls come gorgeous and with gorgeous words, in photographs drenched with liquescent emerald green light, and with triangular beauty mark formations that are secretly a map to a hidden treasure, I cannot heterosexuality. It is impossible.
I am exactly five foot zero, too {!}. I think it must be a clear indication of something. We would be facetoface {liptolip} if we stood opposite one another.
the coquette sprawled on the bed,
so fucking beautiful.
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Its fucking brilliant to have you see these things. Do you smoke? All I want is a cigarette.
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aaah cigarettes, you silky thing, that photo is gorgeous.
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We could paint the town/the set a brighter and more blazing fireengine red as a twin pair of Mathildas who share all things including lipstick {applied from liptolip}, than we could as a Mathilda and a Leon. Leons are as bad news as a nuclear war crisis announcements in the headlines of a papers are. Though sometimes I can put on the ritz and wear a Jean Reno costume consisting of a clinging stark white shirt contrasted with pistolblack suspenders. During the dressup segment we will both wear the Marilyn dress and starlet garments.
Or you can and I will be the audience and attempt to make conjectures as to which film queen you are?
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As for coming to vague conclusions about which film stars we are, I'm fairly out of touch from the film world. But I have always thought Winona Ryder was something special! How about you?
(to be honest, you look like a little film star as it is, you shouldn't wish to be anything else!)
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As for Mlle. Ryder, I think you must be a dream archaeologist and you have been excavating mine, as I dreamt I met her in the midst of a crowd in a galleria not one week ago. I awoke before I'd the chance to kiss her. We should wear Winona circa Heathers and Welcome Home, Roxy Carmichael costumes and dream reenactment will ensue.
P.S. Youaresofuckingbeautiful.
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!! Maybe we steal her from each other's heads? Your dream to my dream and back again, because she's been in mine and I've woken before kissing her! When the girls come Doe-like and porcelain skinned, I cannot understand heterosexuality, it must be impossible!
You know it's funny. I've been embracing my mid-90's clothing recently.
P.P.S. You've clouded sight, I'm not light and airy like you! I hope you realise how beautiful you are yourself. *gargantuan roar of agreement*
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When girls come gorgeous and with gorgeous words, in photographs drenched with liquescent emerald green light, and with triangular beauty mark formations that are secretly a map to a hidden treasure, I cannot heterosexuality. It is impossible.
I am exactly five foot zero, too {!}. I think it must be a clear indication of something. We would be facetoface {liptolip} if we stood opposite one another.
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