Sleep.

I wish I had thousand words for love, but all that comes to mind
is the way you move against me while you sleep
and there are no words for that.

Blue paisley 50′s dress, vintage
White slip, vintage

Translation:
Todays 1950′s paisley dress and some thoughts about love.

20 thoughts on “Sleep.

  1. Vilken vacker klänning. Det var så det skulle se ut när det var som bäst… Min mor hade nåt liknande, tycker jag känner igen de speciella fickorna. Men hon sydde mest själv, så det kanske fanns nåt mönster? Eller är det en märkning på den?
    kram elsamarianne

  2. Every cell in this body has been replaced since I last saw you
    But the memory is the same, that DNA
    And through the vessel and veins
    Weaves that hale around the brain
    Every little hair knows your name

  3. I need to be explained to
    Over and over
    How a broken heart is not the end of the world
    Because the end of the world is bigger than love

        1. You don’t get over a broken heart
          You just learn to cherish it
          and carry it gracefully
          It’s a gift from the goddess
          of Wisdom and Pain

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