Glittering Clouds. Wanna marry me instead? I was the pushy child, the one who wanted to be doing ballet and jazz and tap and everything. Julia Hart. Filter by post type All posts. Red Carpet. She smiles her knowing smile, touches the flesh of your arm with her palm-leaf hands. Callous, biting, with a manner that can be cruel and violent.
For what? Mary, Mary, quite contrary, how does you garden grow! Gugu Mbatha-Raw in Summerland dir. High cheekbones kissed by full lips. She smiles her knowing smile, touches the flesh of your arm with her palm-leaf hands. She mends them when they tear, but never dares to take them off the line. Evita thinks, still, somehow, that someone or two will come to her house. Sweat clings to the skin around Evita, hair to the forehead, armpits turned yellow.
I heard she had a brother once, that she was a wicked child with a wicked heart. Your death and hers, a century of woods burning and sprouting anew, human carrion fertilizing the black soil of the forest. Grid View List View. Two white sheets flutter on the line pulled taut between two dying trees. Nothing feels fixed or changed until you sleep. You have yet to ask her out, but she has dragged the razor across her skin, foaming cream and sharpened blade. Gugu Mbatha-Raw in Summerland dir. This is, of course, no judgement on her skills.