HUDSON WILLIAMS | Milan Fashion Week
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HUDSON WILLIAMS | Milan Fashion Week
i. angels must think that love is one sided. angels do not understand love like we do, their languages are too dissimilar from our own. how can something with so many eyes only see forward. i think they like that we try, though. i mean, we do send them little gifts. poems and prayers and lonely mornings. they send us back coffee and cupcakes and a little hope under our tongue. in this way, we are both parts of the universe, trying to care for each other.
ii. i tell my dad i think angels are probably made from flowers. there's an angel in charge of every petal. angels are in toast. angels are in gasoline; it's why they burn with holy fire and why motor oil smells so good.
iii. to my dog i am an angel. he tells me he loves me in the language we have both decided is our code - he presses his head against mine, and we both sigh. i cannot love like an animal, which would be better for me - the unname love, without speech.
iv. i think my angel is plucking her feathers from stress. it must be very hard, to love something that is intent on destroying itself.
v. sometimes it is enough to love something, i mean. pressing our fingers to the mirror and breathing our little lives into the fog. today is a hard one, though. maybe tomorrow you and i can be an angel for the bird outside, and watch it take flight. we'll both know we love it, in our own private language - and give our heart into it. i'll be the angel of daybreak. you can be the angel of dawn. we can both collect the spray of the world and spin it into yarn.
starting to hate all of this dating stuff actually this sucks
。゚゚・。・゚゚。 ゚. November will bring blessings.
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spent all night kissing the guy I’ve been posting about for the past 4 years
DONT EVER KILL YOURSELF because sometimes things you dream about happening happen
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delusion ? in my mind ??? likely place for it to be
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