(via talking to volcano: ●●●)

MY SISTER TELLS ME THAT MY DRESS IS NO, NO, NO ABSOLUTELY NOT, and i can’t wear it in public. it has a hole in it. a tiny hole, i say. (apparently, it’s huge.)

but it’s pretty fabric, I say.

since then, i’ve decided i’m turning all my old dresses and second-hand pieces of fabric into book covers. for me or for others. for whoever would like them.