my sleepstories live in fire & smoke
rising into night
softly but true, empty
as my dark without a sunset glare
no shadows, or flux: the distortion
born in light (leaving)
☆·.¸¸.·´✧`·.¸¸.·☆
rising into night
softly but true, empty
as my dark without a sunset glare
no shadows, or flux: the distortion
born in light (leaving)
☆·.¸¸.·´✧`·.¸¸.·☆
too much shit to do, I have.
mMMmmm
“This is the seashore. Neither land nor sea. It’s a place that does not exist.”— Ocean Sea, Alessandro Baricco. (via beneathwaves)
Paolo Sebastian // Haute Couture - Spring 2018
no.. mister Blond,
I expect you to dye
a new cooking/game show…
the Spice is right
*Jäätelö
Anonymousyeh I took out the typo! the Spanish accents are always in the way and I wãñt them gõne plz
