blood on our hands.


autumn 09.



Chained up.


Fennec Fox.


Mad hatter sunday.








Me and Johnny D.


26/11.



And your skin is so white
Underneath the black night
And your voice calls out for the Coup de grace
When the lights go out... will there be a trace?

I miss these shoes.



And I want this bag.

La Beauté Verte





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