dream of falling asleep next to him with cotton against bare skin,,, mirah playing in the darkness accompanied by tea lights. i wear black & crimson ribbons & black woolen tights. i dream of books & tea, counting daisies, i say darling fuck you. i have a disliking for you kids the scenesters sorry but i do. emma forrest writes some of my favourite books. i like freckles on my nose & curls in my hair. blonde curls & hazel eyes. i think of hearts in eyes like in cartoons. i trace hipbones plus collarbones. i'm absolutely cuckoo plus ithinkimadeyouupinsidemyhead (so sylvia said). kisses in photobooths stuck to my wall. i adore les petits plaisirs like lemon on my lips. photo copies of man ray whilst listening to mixtapes. i wear more-turquoise-than-green cardigans & adore music for when the lights go out. i like my dainty wrists & trace the notches in your spine. i wait each month for nylon magazine. themes like obsession & rebellion, opposites & attraction often prevalent. i like lyrics like please me slow. i write poems on brown paper & copy poetry on bedroom walls. the needle on the record is my favourite sound. pretty not pretentious. chipped red nail paint plus red wine kisses. reinventing what i know to make it mine. i'm often thinking stop talking&kiss me. a super combination is suspenders & converse to wear to tea parties on tuesdays. ruby rose and poppy elizabeth. the repeat button is underated.