Touch my blouse



Things I wish I didn't remember:
The way dad's friends looked @ me when I was fourteen.
How I once let one of them touch my blouse.

Or that one time @ Hilton when a man bought me a glass of wine because he liked my shoes and I drank it without a word while staring @ the Jil Sander boots I just stole.

I guess that's what loneliness really feels like.



16 comments:

  1. Thing I wish I didn't remember:
    The way dad's friends looked at me and I felt in love. secretly.

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  2. trading wine for a glimpse of shoes, doesnt get any better

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  3. you'll always have us little baby girl. look at those colors!
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  4. loved this mix of pastel colours

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    x

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  5. beautiful words, beautiful picture!!

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  6. I love this description!
    So frustrating.

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  7. Amnesia makes everything better.

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  8. This is amazing! Great blog!

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  10. Oh god I'm so obsessed with your photos...

    perfect!

    xxx
    from finland

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  11. one of my favorite images in my time addicted to you

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