January 2011
31 posts
chrysalis
born in a hurricane, she’s already burnt her wings flying higher than aeroplanes.
blackened night, you scare me. we can’t live without you.
where will you go from here?
the faint glow of hospital walls, and again, all she sees are wires. or maybe they’re clouds.
i’m a cactus, touch me, i’ll bloom for you.
the sun is an abandoned child; he runs and illuminates the...
Why do you make me weak Aren’t you meant to make me strong
“close some doors today. not because of pride, incapacity or arrogance, but...”
– Paulo Coelo - Aabiya x
“Youth so rarely understands what age allows us to know”
“The fashion in this issue began after the Paris shows, when the Fashion Director...”
– (according to Elle- Mademoiselle, feb2010)
