LIVE GALLERY: Marmozets and goo at Dingwalls, London
Is there anything you didn’t see worth taking from me?
Is there anything you didn’t see worth taking from me?
Time crawls forward, grief slowly draws the line.
Our hearts grow cold, toxic seeds all around.
“Nameless is the loss of such unsacred bond.”
I saw you running. I felt your burning hand. Now I realize. Now I understand.
The devouring mouth of hеll demands your forgiveness.
“A plague lit path to every road that you roam.“ Photography by Asha Sitarz on the 5th April, contact Asha prior to any use. fakeyourdeath Youth Code
Will I become the setting sun?
Hanging onto the razor’s edge.