– as in, pre-flutter, that kingdom of semi-purpleness – should I say dome of – that area of anti-limp, lawnless, drunk on your fingering, unfingering – that omnivore, oh, eating now your – even your branches, iceless, antifrozen, gazelle flying toward the twin kingdoms of your cheekness (more at “flying buttress”), nearly periwinkling now – that perpetrator of the semi-grunt, grunt, instigator of the groanful demi-flood of – flutter, flutter, post-flutter – gorge of neomauve, rich canal of sunsetish plush, batting at you in its brashest postcool queenness, plump and succulent as plum –
Please tell me you’re not one of Toulouse’s oh-so-talented, charmingly bohemian, tragically impoverished writers?
I’ve been waiting years for this gifset to come into my life.
“The dialogue has to be matching, all the timing has to work, it’s incredibly difficult, and requires extremely technical acting on [Tatiana]’s part,”
Orphan Black insider: Three clones one Frame. (x)