“Fuck, I’m going to…”

“Fuck you.”

Hungry? Eat some shit.

suffer, bitch!

Fuck it all…

Just pure luck))))

“Stop sleeping…”

This is love…

It’s as if the film negative from my memories is smoking; my heart melts with each image that’s “chewed” by time—caused by the pain of the past, the fears of my childhood. But we’re not really fans of those old, retro videos…

Happy birthday…

When you come back to bed…))