hello sailor
dream of falling asleep next to him with cotton against bare skin,,, mirah playing in the darkness accompanied by tea lights. i wear black & crimson ribbons & black woolen tights. i dream of books & tea, counting daisies, i say darling fuck you. i have a disliking for you kids the scenesters sorry but i do. emma forrest writes some of my favourite books. i like freckles on my nose & curls in my hair. blonde curls & hazel eyes. i think of hearts in eyes like in cartoons. i trace hipbones plus collarbones. i'm absolutely cuckoo plus ithinkimadeyouupinsidemyhead (so sylvia said). kisses in photobooths stuck to my wall. i adore les petits plaisirs like lemon on my lips. photo copies of man ray whilst listening to mixtapes. i wear more-turquoise-than-green cardigans & adore music for when the lights go out. i like my dainty wrists & trace the notches in your spine. i wait each month for nylon magazine. themes like obsession & rebellion, opposites & attraction often prevalent. i like lyrics like please me slow. i write poems on brown paper & copy poetry on bedroom walls. the needle on the record is my favourite sound. pretty not pretentious. chipped red nail paint plus red wine kisses. reinventing what i know to make it mine. i'm often thinking stop talking&kiss me. a super combination is suspenders & converse to wear to tea parties on tuesdays. ruby rose and poppy elizabeth. the repeat button is underated.
friends only
because it's simpler this way.
friends only
because it's simpler this way.