But the room was pure, it was cool, it was glass. We filled it with the thin,...– Francesca Lia Block, Echo (via rainbowmummies)
Violet & Claire
rainbowmummies: poisonedwings: pinpricks: At first we raced through space, like shadows and light; her rants, my raves; her dark hair, my blonde; black dresses, white. She’s a purple-black African-violet-dark butterfly and I a white moth. We were two wild ponies, Dawn and Midnight, the wind electrifying our manes and our hooves quaking the city; we were photo negatives of each other,...