Maison Martin Margiela: ‘Kiss Shirt’ (2007)

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Maison Martin Margiela: ‘Kiss Shirt’ (2007)
kisses you kisses you kisses you kisses you kisses you kisses you kisses you kisses you kisses you kisses you kisses you kisses you kisses you
Your lips, my lips Apocalypse
♥︎•°•°•°~always forever~°•°•°•♥︎
The music played in the other room, neither of you wanted to get up from the bed to turn it off. His hands were tracing lots of shapes on your shoulder. The more you focused on what shapes Starchild was drawing the more you wanted to fall asleep.
He kissed the top of your head, having looked up from the shape he was tracing, “You should sleep, if you’re tired. I’ll make sure you’re protected from any scary dreams.”
You wanted to kiss him with that soft look on his face, but didn’t move and wiggled closer to him, the warmth from his skin and the soft music lulling you to sleep.