Before a monster is a monster, it is swollen with love, it presses sin flush against the wall, it pretends that it knows what to do with its hands. And then the love vanishes, it is plucked right out of their mouths, and the monster is desolate, and the monster is withering, and all that is left is sin and a gaping hole where the heart should be, overgrown and abandoned, stars spilling out. " — Emily Palermo, And Maybe I Haven’t Been Kissed in a Long Time
Slave Quarters at the Hermitage Plantation, Chatham County, Georgia. Photograph by Charles E. Peterson, 1934. Slave cabins generally had chimneys prone to catching fire, roofs that leaked, dirt floors, and walls with gaping holes. Many slaves worked very hard to transform their quarters into homes.
Nailed it! The leggy brunette was effortlessly chic in heavily distressed pale jeans wit gaping holes in the knees, tan suede cut-out stilettos and a white halterneck top that was cut low at the back, while she carried a white, grey and pale yellow designer handbag