dating has made a frivolous little creature out of me. terribly enamoured with the man himself. god please keep my boyfriend obscenely blessed, prosperous, and financially capable of putting delvaux in my lap. amen, with lip gloss. <8
a dead girl’s bridal trousseau, ⛤ moth-eaten prayers stitched into the hem, heirloom sorrow resting delicately upon my collarbones. the veil was the peculiar little grief of myself being born too beautiful for some ordinary afterlife.
happy halloween, little coven of one. perfume like an invocation, a lip left behind like evidence of a small sacrilege. velvet hour and mouth of a dying rose, become the omen even the moon denied to name. let the night keep its little secrets.
hello this is my husband
13. no, i cant keep a secret. when i fall for them im asking myself if i really really fall for them and i'll tell them right away.
14. i hope next year will be better
15. my wife of course @couturemist
finished with 0 drink. eazypezy.
















