DesignerDreamz

I just wanna wear Margiela in the mirror with the heels on, pinky out like I'm somebody

Dreamin' Dior, Flipping' pages through the smoke

I want that coat with the claws and that thread that move like wings when I turn and pose

I want rick like it's skims, not clothes

I want tags on, tags on, tags that glow

I want eyes on eyes when I walk through shows

I want bags that bite

I want scrubs that snatch

I want slippers that scream

I want hats that scratch

I want prints that lie

But look so clean

I want all that rage in Mugler seams

I want chrome in my cup and pearl on my teeth

I want my voice to crack when I say Celinè

I want silence when I walk in Balmain Jeans

I want no one else to wear this piece I want

Moodboard claims from the back of me