personal-dolls: siamese-twins at the wrist

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i've always loved this lyric. i often find it circling around my head seemingly from nowhere. strangely, i love it far more than the actual song. i've never quite been able to explain why, but the imagery i get from it is so beautiful to me. and i'd always thought i'd like some strange visual representation of it. so...







her name is girle. his name is boye.



they are full of sad tales and secrets and heart breaking stories. i'm absolutely sure of it. completely certain. but no one will ever know.
they only speak to each other.

[ingredients: super sculpey, paint, wire, tulle, lace, ribbon, hair, stupidly tiny handmade dreadlocks ]