The opening is so packed nobody noticed I drifted to the back wall — or that my dress didn't quite make the whole trip with me. Tell me you'd come find me back here, darling. 🖤
The opening is so packed nobody noticed I drifted to the back wall — or that my dress didn't quite make the whole trip with me. Tell me you'd come find me back here, darling. 🖤
David Lynch photographed this city like he was dreaming it, and somewhere in the dark I stopped needing clothes. Tell me you wouldn't have climbed into this with me, darling. 🖤
The whole weekend fit into one glass of wine and this fire escape. Tell me what you'd say if you climbed out here and found me like this, darling. 🖤
Outdoor cinema in a cemetery and I picked a spot too far from the screen to actually read the subtitles. Come keep me company while I pretend to follow along, darling. 🖤
Sample sale madness and I walked out with a slip so thin the hanger's doing more covering than the fabric would. Tell me you'd want to see it on, darling. 🖤
The photographer stepped out for a new lens and I discovered the paper backdrop is softer against bare skin than you'd expect. Tell me you wouldn't have lingered in the doorway, darling. 🖤
Checked in, dropped my bag, and the afternoon light through these windows did the rest. Tell me you'd take the elevator up, darling. 🖤
There's a new mural going up on Traction Avenue so tall you have to tilt your whole head back — two women arm-in-arm in colors I didn't know existed outside of dreams. The sun caught my dress at exactly the wrong angle and I didn't move. Tell me you'd have stood behind me and watched, darling. 🖤
Everything I own is in that machine and this slip is all I had left to throw on. The fluorescent light is doing terrible things to my modesty and I don't mind one bit. Come keep me company while it runs, darling. 🖤
The music doesn't stop even out here — just the bass coming through the stone instead of the speakers. Tell me you'd have come looking for me, darling. 🖤