Mon petite fille, my bloody angel, you are indeed.
2 thoughts on “rêves de dollhouse”
“and the most fragile…”
Sometimes I like to visit your site just to breathe in the words, the phrases you construct. Like stepping into a room perfumed with incense, just being here is heady.
If no one has said it for awhile… I am glad that you are here, sharing your dark visions, giving us glimpses of the wolf.
“and the most fragile…”
Sometimes I like to visit your site just to breathe in the words, the phrases you construct. Like stepping into a room perfumed with incense, just being here is heady.
If no one has said it for awhile… I am glad that you are here, sharing your dark visions, giving us glimpses of the wolf.