Tuesday, May 31, 2011


Cigarettes & death, empty threats. Wasted youth & late night bets. Bets you lose & the women you choose; to devour your soul while you try to prove. Something more, a late night whore. Never stopped creeping out that door. Shut doors, alone. Her lonely throne. As she slowly fades, into bone.


All the time in the world... said...


Flourishing Networks said...

What a great photo and very deep.

m.corbett said...

her cheeks bones are just beyond me. her new editorial with alexander skaarsgard is like wow. x xx