I have always liked to believe in subtlety. Anything too out there was vulgar, be it emotions or that unnecessary bling. There was a (subtle) judgement I had about that sort of attitude and therefore a superiority in all things … Continue reading
Doppelgänger with scarlet lips
She was born that day, from pain. Though she didn’t know yet. She held the lipstick like a toddler would hold a paintbrush and splattered red colour on her lips that she always imagined to be lush-less. She did this carelessly, giving herself … Continue reading
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