kleine feine welt

A thing of beauty is a joy forever: its loveliness increases; it will never pass into nothingness.

— John Keats —

drunk in love

drunk in love

tell me how I’m looking babe

tell me how I’m looking babe

freakum dress

freakum dress

a little too far

a little too far

underneath

underneath

your heart is glowing

your heart is glowing

read between the lines

read between the lines

heaven couldn’t wait for you

heaven couldn’t wait for you

it’s the soul that needs the surgery

it’s the soul that needs the surgery

pretty hurts

pretty hurts

flawless/asphalt beauty

flawless/asphalt beauty

negotiate

negotiate

I’m falling in love
phase

phase

they are having a strained friendship
they are having a strained friendship