"In the great glasshouses streaming with condensation, the children in mourning-dress beheld marvels. "
rimbaud is a girl in a graveyard.
The Dawns are heartbreaking. Every moon is atrocious and every sun bitter.
“I have stretched ropes from steeple to steeple; garlands from window to window; golden chains from star to star, and I dance.”
kimono red. and whiskey in a jam jar.
tender is the night.
...little white flowers will never awaken you...
only our sundays aren't gloomy. they're full of rooftops. coffee and cake.
the book/stands all by itself/on the shelf
i went a little film mad.
and now i'm very behind. and i've so much to put up. and that
makes me happy.
like these two kittens do. naughty puff puffers.
the light leaks.
the film got stuck inside the camera, so i had to rescue it from the under the bed covers.
there's magic in the fog.
and fire in the bottle.
tough girls eat fish 'n' chips. play space invaders while they wait.
we hung in the air like the last breath of smoke.
she dyed her purple coat blue. and for a week her hands were the colour of a corpse.