usually pyjamaed, preferably whiskeyed & ready to add her own colours to the kaleidoscope.
Andrea Benson: “Unravelling 2”
(via moonmoth)
I swear this happens to all of my shirts. One tug and it’s ruined.
We were unraveling. Slowly. Threads at a time. But a thread became a shoulder seam became a sleave. And once we were...