Ruffle My Bloomers, and Wind Me Up
Ruffle My Bloomers, and Wind Me Up
I can’t

I can’t become bitter, I already feel brittle. I just want to be like those paper lanterns in James and the Giant Peach scribbled on with bees wax crayons. I feel sad.

Cigarettes and rain and craving more sleep.  

"Let’s

Drink to the dead lying under the water and the
Cost of the blood on the driven snow and the
Lipstick on my cigarettes
Frost upon the window pane
Nine while nine and I’m waiting
For the train”

Bloody marys are delicious.

Raining raining.

Bloody mary’s and mismatched socks while listening to versailles. Ohhh splendid. Bloody mary’s and mismatched socks while listening to versailles. Ohhh splendid.

clouetvis:

Dollzone steampunk by marlequeen on Flickr.