Stop trying to fit in There’s no room for you here like that photo / Nyxe via Pinterest
. . you only fall in love with familiar things you don’t understand . .
I see you in my dreams and you dwell in all these veins maybe because you can understand where will you bury me?
But you are immortal, And you can’t be taken, Right? Don’t leave me just yet, Save me the night. photo / Diego Lasso writing / Sarah Fontaine
Before you enter, make a plan about how to get out.
You’re looking for function, but form leads the way.
When it’s raining and cold all day but it’s June so you are ready to pretend you are lounging like Leo with Tilda Swinton á la the film The Beach (minus the culty vibe).
Bonjour my name is Josephine and I live in Marseille, France, 1979. I’m having a little cigarette (rolled it myself, Thanks) before washing three apricots and waiting for my tea water to boil. I should go turn the shower on after this.. I haven’t washed my hair in four days but it kind ofContinue reading “Le Roi Angus | La Wax”