Three years later, a new girl sits cross-legged on your bed.
She tastes like a different flavor of bubblegum than you are used to.
She opens up a book that you had to read in high school, and a folded picture of us falls out of chapter three.
Now there are two unfinished stories resting in her lap.
Inevitably, she asks, and you tell her.

You say: I dated her a while back.
You don’t say: Sometimes, when I’m holding you, I imagine the smell of her vanilla perfume.

You say: She was younger than me.
You don’t say: The sixteen summers in her bones warmed the eighteen winters my skin had weathered.

You say: It’s nothing now.
You don’t say: But it was everything then.

Some things are better left unsaid.  (via fawun)

(Source: poppyflowerpoetry)

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Photographed by Emilio Tini for Elle France April 2014


green rainy day. (by Minji Autumn)

this look is so good it is upsetting me

would wear

Christian Lacroix, Spring 2006

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Cosma-shanti is stunning~

FKA Twigs by David Burton