Belladonna The slight tremor at the corners of her lips plastered onto the wallpaper, the curve of her spine descending into the netherworld of my fears - but she, she was fearless, she moved with the earthlessness of dolls caught sleepwalking at midnight, in the sickened wake of children who get scolded for lying. She …
“I Wish I Were a Doll”
Gothic Lolita. I've been chewing on this for a while, wondering if I should or shouldn't venture to write something about it. This usually happens when a certain topic is very dear to me, and I don't want to cause it any kind of injustice. But this time, in particular, I've had several serious doubts. …
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