Only when it’s laid right across the floor, sphere on square and seam on seam, in a good light— a night-sky spread— will it start to hit me. These are not bits. They are pieces. And the pieces fit.
- Eavan Boland
let's pretend we rule the world
Lix, 23. Where all of me collides.
, wannabe fashion designer and seamstress. I
dabble in Photoshop
and sometimes I
8 months ago