Kinsley

“I wonder where she goes at night when the world is fast asleep. For in the morning she smells of midnight and there is stardust upon her feet.”

“I wish that photographs were physical spaces, like tunnels; that you could crawl inside them and go back.”

“Tell me what makes your blood boil, tell me what makes your heart skip a beat. I want to know how your soul tastes before you take your clothes off.”