I flew over half the world to see your face; back from there then, I got hundreds of teardrops on my chest. it sculpts the devilish smell of love or hatred, even unfaithful prolong. I hate being like this, desperately eager for releasing from painful to paralyzed. I ruin the history and intend to water a cracking future. I lost the ego, no one can detach extra sets for a ironed loser.
Meet the Artist: Interview with Director Alison Klayman.
Bliss of Ai
梦
魂
R.I.P MY ETTA
(Source: theotherblack)
(Source: thepharoahspeaks, via edocastillo)
celestial saphire
gold
stop pole
tree reminding me of the Big Fish
skater in fucking chilly day after 18:00
I Commit Death to Quietness, and Commit Quietness to Nebular Ceaselessness.
