Sunday, September 25, 2011


In a glass house, I go sometimes. Feathered society girls with animal lips & hats that speak. Shadows that move, paintings that cry. Whispers of boys being beaten in locked up rooms and my heart, translucent.

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  1. (ps, your new blog layout is lovely.)

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  2. Ooh, almost nightmarish imagery. Yet gorgeous!

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  3. I agree with Melee--it's both nightmarish and gorgeous. <3 I love your whimsical writing.

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  4. Wow, so haunting but brilliant with the imagery. Gives me shivers :)

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  5. Very dark and haunting, but we all need those words at times. I can never pass up a good ghost story, and you tell it exquisitely <3

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  6. Thank you all. <3 It was a nightmare.

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  7. Adore the idea of hats that speak. Although, this gives me goosebumps. x

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  8. It's brilliant how so few words can conjure a pearl-string of images and feelings. I hope you continue finding and creating inspiration for yourself and your world! Happy Holidays! X

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  9. Thank you very much Nayeli. xxxxxx:)

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