February 2012
For love always is real, everyday: Private Parts... →
The first love of my life never saw me naked - there was always a parent coming home in half an hour - always a little brother in the next room. Always too much body and not enough time for me to show it. Instead, I gave him my shoulder, my elbow, the bend of my knee - I lent him my corners,…
Some Like It Hot...Pink
craftandburn:
Neon Pink Celine bag, love, love. I may have to seek therapy for this unnatural love of all things hot pink…
