what my soul looks like
tonight, on this sore-throat, mozart-ian, sleepy tuesday at twilight
while the saint sits on the floor reading Tillich,
and Octavia languidly lounges atop her perch,
i share with you some images of my soul:
while the saint sits on the floor reading Tillich,
and Octavia languidly lounges atop her perch,
i share with you some images of my soul:
from Erica Tanov's spring/summer collection found via Bliss
now off to make celebratory cupcakes in honor of a shrunken waist line,
crm
1 comments:
And they were tasty (even without the rainbow chip frosting).
That first photo is amazing, and somehow, each of the individual elements do feel like you, channeling melancholy chic.
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