Is it impossible for any person that I like to fucking make time for me and communicate with me like a normal person? Stop making all of these promises and then not follow through. Stop toying with me. It’s a miracle that I had any feelings at all, and it turns out that you’ve been completely undeserving of them. Fuck you.
I just want to pour my soul out on someone and not have to worry about the mess I’ve made.” —Andrea Slicker (via syndesmologya)
The dress was made of live flowers, and literally fell to pieces along the runway, a symbol of decay : Alexander McQueen s/s 2007.
McQueen was the best.