dans la maison de mes rêves, étais encore un enfant
Sparkle in your eyes. I swear I'd throw myself to the sea if God promised you'd be inside. Deliver me milk and catch me starfish. Rainbows drip over our New York castle and color slips inside. It fills our tea cups with the smell of roses and our bathtub with the deepest lavender.
It paints yellow on our walls and blue clouds in our bed. Our orchids grow in through the downstairs windows. The ends of the earth whispered to me, not long now. So dreamy.
clothing by Gypsy Warrior
photos by Bao