When all your friends are dead, you become a revolutionist. Smiling with your dandy smile, stroking your hair before answer my question. It's what you have been learning for ages, so precisely that i can't say is that you or my stupid imaginations. We are dancing in the fog, just before sunrise, almost through the morning. Please, stay for a while, i can sing you a funny song, which always makes you feel so blue. Yes, i know it leaves much to be desired but don't be sad, the fog is falling down.
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sweater: Loreak Mendian (www.modmod.pl)
jeans, watch: vintage
wedges: Görtz 17