+kristin; call all the ladies out. they’re in their finery. a hundred jewels on throats. a hundred jewels between teeth. now bring my boys in. their skin in craters like the moon. the moon we love like a brother, while he glows through the room. dancin' around the lies we tell.

September 16th β€˜14

Harry: β€œHow did you break your arm? In a bouncy house?”

….you & i….

Sept. 17 1:10 pm