carnivorous carnationism.

red carnation petals weave a path downward like spattered blood of a broken heart. may they be met and keepsake-pressed with the leather sole of a finely tailored loafer.

for ma-malai!! characters from her nanowrimo novel she's writing. the guy on the right is STERRRRRLINNNNNNG and he is my love. 8) in one of her recent chapters he takes the carnation from the blond's lapel and CRUSHES IT WITH HIS FIST (which is probably not wearing the faggy gloves that he is depicted with here) because they are ex-lovers and there is TENSION. you guys should check it out and comment spam with me.

and now, here is a picture of my work building. :D 

it was another beautiful atlanta evening. when the foggy breath of a fall sky blows it's breath over the tops of all the downtown high-rises. such chilly incense inhalations~