“Once, at a party, Issie was approached by an enthusiastic girl who knocked a glass of red wine all over Issie’s brand new outfit, a white Alexander McQueen number, completely ruining it.
Issie was eerily calm about this sartorial disaster. A few minutes later, the unfortunate girl’s handbag exploded in flames. Issie has quietly dropped her lit cigarette into the girl’s open bag to extract her revenge.”—Blow by Blow. The story of Isabella Blow. Detmar Blow and Tom Sykes (via punishmentbundles)
It scares the shit out of you doesn’t it? The fact that you can get so close to someone, let them into your heart. It scares you shitless that someone else can know you inside and out. You never wanted it to happen, but somehow you let it, and it scares you. You don’t know what to do. But, you were lucky and you never knew it. You don’t know what you had, you don’t even know what you let go because you never let it happen. You never let someone else keep your heart, not even for a brief moment. You let it all go in an instant. It scared you.