Although joy is not my word today, there’s always something alluring about making out stories. For instance, what would it be if I was a firefly, condemned to die in an explosion of light, just moments after I arrive? How simple, how gracious, how beautiful will life get? How precious would my shiny wings look for those who observe? I’d just need some moments with my own light… Past that, I would gladly eclipse.
Jacket: Pull & Bear
T-shirt: Zara
Pants: Zara
Shoes: Adidas
Hum, onde é? parece numa daquelas cenas de electricida, olha que faz mal à cabeça xb
ResponderEliminarvá, até está crazy, emmbora tenhas-me roubado o colar e o casaco, enfim -..-
continua a pôr style diarys , divirto-me imenso (x
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