Remind myself the way you faded 'til I left

So I call my mom, she said to get it off my chest

Remind myself the way you faded 'til I left

 

I cannot be your friend

I pay the price of what I lost

And what it cost

Now that we don't talk

 

www.youtube.com/watch?v=yF4ulRTCn44

 

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You might be able to guess from the featured doll and outfit, but I actually took these photos a while back. I’d been holding on to them partially because I couldn’t figure out how I wanted to edit them… but mostly because they’re weird. Bright contrasting colors, an inexplicable BMR 1959 outfit on a Nu Face girl(😜), an old school telephone, a cat wrapped in a towel, pink fur carpet AND pink hair? I don’t know. I really love it but I don’t know where it came from. My original title for them was “Colette reconsiders a career in telemarketing”.

 

Anyway, I love the “vault” tracks on the re-release of Taylor Swift’s 1989. “Now That We Don’t Talk” not only has a stylized retro vibe but it centers around not talking to an ex and calling your mom to talk about it. So I decided to pair it with these photos, throw caution to the wind, and finally post them. So if nothing else, at least the song is really good. ;)

Done