the pale warm light welcomed me back.
Baby! You’re a fucking star.
Stop screaming. Make breakfast.
What world ends in fire and ice?
A study in becoming less structured and more true.
A runaway train with no passengers allows for the best views. You can call it your own.
silk velvet by prism silks.com
dylan bell by alwin oh, style by sharon tulisidas and damien huang, november 2015 style:men magazine
august 1975 dialloube
prada spring 2017
Summer’s gone, I’m here to stay.