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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12 comments:

  1. AnonymousSeptember 26, 2011 at 1:13 AM

    Oh, it makes me shiver. xxx

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  2. AnonymousSeptember 26, 2011 at 1:13 AM

    (ps, your new blog layout is lovely.)

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  3. MeleeSeptember 27, 2011 at 10:19 AM

    Ooh, almost nightmarish imagery. Yet gorgeous!

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  4. LuminaSeptember 28, 2011 at 4:45 PM

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

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  5. CloudyKimSeptember 29, 2011 at 9:06 AM

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

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  6. Jhordyn AshleySeptember 30, 2011 at 12:25 PM

    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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  7. ArianaSeptember 30, 2011 at 1:17 PM

    Thank you all. <3 It was a nightmare.

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  8. minnaOctober 12, 2011 at 10:23 AM

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

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  9. AurélieNovember 30, 2011 at 12:43 PM

    love, A

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  10. ArianaDecember 16, 2011 at 4:06 PM

    thank you both xx

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  11. The C. ContortionistDecember 24, 2011 at 9:04 AM

    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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  12. ArianaDecember 28, 2011 at 11:16 AM

    Thank you very much Nayeli. xxxxxx:)

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