#21: Cherry lips, crystal skies
A bonus mini post
In the long queue for the Tex-Mex food truck outside Murrayfield stadium, a girl squeezed past me wearing a vintage floor-length wedding dress. She wore a tiara and a long veil with the words “fucked in the head” embroidered in black thread on white tulle. The tulle of her veil brushed my upper arm as she swept past. I missed the moment to tell her I lo…