Kate Moss by Tim Walker, Vogue Italia
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camellia: last night you almost drowned in a bathtub full of roses & your mother is sinking in the vanilla-sugar stench of gone again. the sky stays pink and petal-soft all day but you have never been so grey. we dye our hair to match the taste of blood that’s moved in ever since my father swallowed the sky & your sister choked on it. i don’t cry anymore & you don’t stop & this is not alive even though it’s growing. we have the horizon in between our teeth & all we have to do is bite. everything smells like roses & we are so damn close to biting.
flowers at the altar (5/5) || d.d (via whenstarsgodim)
And she stops,
turns to me,
just to give me
the smile of a sunset
before she walks
briskly away.
She always
does that,
and I have always
loved her
for that.
Lukas W. // See you again (via somepiecesofmyheartandsoul)
Never apologise to someone who won’t admit they are in the wrong.
Tenari Ioapo (via tenari-ioapo)
