playing with myself

playing with myself

MY HEART IS ANGRY DUST AND MY BRAIN IS CANCEROUS

Art.
Film.
Fashion.
And a girl with a camera.

Ask me shit

With the morning comes hope for potential, in wake of the fear of the nightly demons. I can’t read at night in the impending darkness, and in day I get lost in the morning light and the impossibility of living in another dimension.

With the morning comes hope for potential, in wake of the fear of the nightly demons. I can’t read at night in the impending darkness, and in day I get lost in the morning light and the impossibility of living in another dimension.