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.
3 comments:
love.
What a great photo and very deep.
her cheeks bones are just beyond me. her new editorial with alexander skaarsgard is like wow. x xx
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