is a long time.
how much freedom do you give a slave?
when you chip away at the pieces i've come to take for granted, or the things that i cling to, or the things i've until now assumed are inherent to who i am, i wonder, sometimes, what will be left when you are done.
or maybe you're not looking to be done. now, that's a thought.
soft focus
- luna_lux
- i adore labels. i love them. i cut them up and repaste them together again in little confetti anachronisms until i find one that looks like a gorgeous ransom note and say 'that'll fit.'
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